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 a-a-h
When she walks she's like a samba
She swings so cool and sways so gentle
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes a-a-h
＊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 stright 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 doesn't see＊
REPEAT＊
No she doesn't see
No she doesn't see