The Girl From Impanema
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes each one she passes goes ahh
When she walks it's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes each one she passes goes ahh
Oh... But I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love 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 smile
But she doesn't see
She just doesn't see
No, she doesn't see