The Girl From Ipanema

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 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 he would give my 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 I smiles

But she doesn't see

so dancing samba so dancing samba bye....

so dancing samba so dancing samba bye

so dancing samba so dancing samba bye....

so dancing samba so dancing samba bye

Oh But he watch her so sadly

How can he tell her I loves her

Yes he would give my 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 I smiles

But she doesn't see

But she doesn't see

But she doesn't see

But she doesn't see