THE GIRL FROM IPANEMA

Girl From IpanemaTall 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, shes 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 doesnt see

(doesnt see)(she just doesnt see, she never sees me,...)


Writer(s): jobim/gimbel/demoraes