The Girl From Ipanema
Astrud Gilberto
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes
Ah!
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
Ah!
Ooh, but you watch her 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 him
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, his smiles
But she doesn't see
Ooh, but you watch her 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 him
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, his smiles
But she doesn't see
She just doesn't see
No, she doesn't see
She just doesn't see
