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 sway so gently
That when she passes each one she passes goes ah

Oh But I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her he loves her?
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at me

Oh But I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I loves 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 smiles
But she doesn't see
She just doesn't see
She just doesn't see
No she doesn't see