Garota de Ipanema (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 - 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 - ooh

(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly

How can I tell her I love her

Yes I would give my heart gladly

But each day, when 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

no, she doesn't see

Ooh but I watch her so sadly, how can I tell her I love her

Yes I would give my heart gladly

But each day, when she walks to the sea

She looks straight ahead, not at me

(No, she doesn't see)

(She doesn't see)

(She doesn't see)

(She doesn't see)