Eartha Kitt 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 - aah
Ooh
But he watches so sadly,
How can he tell her he loves her,
Yes he would give his heart gladly,
but instead when she walks to the sea,
she looks straight ahead not at him,
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely,
the girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles -
but she doesn't see
(saxaphone solo)
(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 him
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)
