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 gently
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - aah
Ooh but he watches so sadly,
How can he tell her he loves her,
Yes he would give his heart gladly,
but instead when she walks to the sea,
she looks straight ahead not at him.
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely,
the girl from Ipanema goes walking
and when she passes, he smiles - but she doesn't see
Ooh but he watches so sadly,
How can he tell her he loves her,
Yes he would give his heart gladly,
but instead when she walks to the sea,
she looks straight ahead not at him.
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely,
the girl from Ipanema goes walking
and when she passes, he smiles - but she doesn't see
(She just doesn't see)
(She just doesn't see)
(She just doesn't see)
... fade
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 gently
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - aah
Ooh but he watches so sadly,
How can he tell her he loves her,
Yes he would give his heart gladly,
but instead when she walks to the sea,
she looks straight ahead not at him.
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely,
the girl from Ipanema goes walking
and when she passes, he smiles - but she doesn't see
Ooh but he watches so sadly,
How can he tell her he loves her,
Yes he would give his heart gladly,
but instead when she walks to the sea,
she looks straight ahead not at him.
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely,
the girl from Ipanema goes walking
and when she passes, he smiles - but she doesn't see
(She just doesn't see)
(She just doesn't see)
(She just doesn't see)
... fade