Astrud Gilberto 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 gently
That when she passes, each one she passes goes, "Ah"
Ooh But he watches 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 he
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles but she doesn't see
Ooh, but he sees 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 he
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles but she doesn't see
She just doesn't see
No, she doesn't see...
