The Girl from Ipanema

Tall and tan and young and lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes, each one she passes

Goes "A-a-a-h"

When she walks she's like a samba

That swings so cool and sways so gentle

That when she passes, each one she passes

Goes "A-a-a-h"

Oh, but I watch her so sadly

How can I tell her I love her

Yes, I would give my heart gladly

But each day as she walks to the sea

She looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall and tan and young and lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes, I smile, but she

Doesn't see. She just doesn't see

No, she just doesn't