The Girl from Ipanema (Garôta De Ipanema)
Oh, but he watches her sadly
How can he tell her, he loves her
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at he
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The Girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles
But she doesn't see
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The Girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes each one she passes goes
Wow!
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
Wow!
Oh, but he watches her sadly
How can he tell her, he loves her
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at he
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The Girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles
But she doesn't see
Oh, but he watches her sadly
How can he tell her, he loves her
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She doesn't see
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The Girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles
But she doesn't see
