The Girl From Ipanema
Tall and tan and young and handsomeThe boy from Ipanema goes walkingAnd when he passesEach girl he passes goes... Ahh
When he walks he's like a sambaThat swings so cool and sways so gentleThat when he passes each girlHe passes goes... Ahh
Oh, but I watch him so sadlyHow can I tell him I love him?Yes, I would give my heart gladlyBut each day when he walks to the seaHe looks straight ahead, not at me
Tall and tan and young and handsomeThe boy from Ipanema goes walkingAnd when he passesI smile, but he doesn't see meNo, he doesn't see me
Tall and tan and young and handsomeThe boy from Ipanema, he goes walkingAnd when he passes byI smile, but he doesn't see meNo, he doesn't see meNo, he doesn't see meNo, no, no, he doesn't see meNo, no, no, he doesn't see meNo, no, no, he doesn't see me