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
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 just doesn't see she never sees me