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…” 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…” 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…