Girl From Ipanema, The

By A. Jobim, V. DeMoraes, and N. Gimbel

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking and
When she passes, each one she passes goes

When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle that
When she passes, each one she passes goes

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 straight 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

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 straight 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
She doesn’t see
She just doesn’t see