Girl From Ipanema (A.C. Jobim)

Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes each one, she passes goes "Aaah".

When she walks, she's like a samba that swings so cool and sweats so gentle that when she passes each one, she passes goes "Aaah".

Oh, 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 stressed, a head nod 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

Tall and tan and young and lovely the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes I smile but she doesn't see

Just she doesn't see, no she doesn't see.