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, shes like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh
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 doesnt see
Does'nt see
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, tan, young, lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile but she doesnt see
Does'nt see
She just doesnt see,
She never sees me
Writer: Antonio Carlos Jobim - Gimbel - Demoraes
Artist: Frank Sinatra