Tall and tanned and young and lovely,
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she pa**es, each one she pa**es goes, “Aaah…â€
When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she pa**es, each one she pa**es goes, “Aaah…â€
Oh, but he watches 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 pa**es, he smiles, but she doesn’t see…
Oh, but he watches 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 tanned and young and lovely,
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she pa**es, he smiles, but she doesn’t see…
She just doesn’t see…
No, she doesn’t see…
But she doesn’t see…
She doesn’t see…
No, she doesn’t see…