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-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-h…

Bridge
   Oh, but he watches so sadly
   How can he tell her he loves her?
   Yes, he would give his heart gladly
   But each day when she walks to the sea
   She looks straight ahead not at he

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The Girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes he smiles, but she doesn’t see

She just doesn’t see
No, she doesn’t see
She just doesn’t see