The Girl from Ipanema
Antônio Carlos Jobim, Vinícius de Moraes
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 gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes ah
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 just doesn't see
She just doesn't see
She just doesn't see
She doesn't see me