The Girl From Ipanema
Tall and tan and young and lovelyThe girl from Ipanema goes walkingAnd when she passes, each one she passes goes"a-a-ah!"
When she walks she's like a samba thatSwings so cool and sways so gentle,That when she passes, each one she passes goes"a-a-ah!"
Oh, but I watch her so sadlyHow can I tell her I love her?Yes, I would give my heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the seaShe looks straight ahead not at me
Tall and tan and young and lovelyThe girl from Ipanema goes walkingAnd when she passes I smile, but she doesn't seeShe just doesn't seeNo she doesn't see