The girl from Ipanema...

THE GIRL FROM IPANEMA...

- Frank Sinatra

Tall and tan and young and lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walkin'

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, ah

Ohh, but I watch her so sadly

How can I tell her I love her?

Yes I would give his heart gladly

But each day, when she walks to the sea

She looks straight ahead, not at him

Tall and tan and young and lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walkin'

And when she passes, I smile but she doesn't see

Ohh, but I see her so sadly

How can I tell her I love her?

Yes I would give his heart gladly

But each day, when she walks to the sea

She looks straight ahead, not at him

Tall and tan and young and lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walkin'

And when she passes, I smile but she doesn't see

She just doesn't see, no she doesn't see

But she doesn't see, she doesn't see

No, she doesn't see