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 he watch 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 she smiles
But she doesn't see
She just doesn't see
No, she doesn't see