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 ah 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 ooh (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 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 (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 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 just doesn't see, she never sees me,...)