girl from impaneba

all 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 gently That when she passes Each one she passes goes, ah Oh, but he watches so 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 him 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 sees her so 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 him Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes he smiles, but she doesn't see She just doesn't see, no she just doesn't see But she doesn't see, she doesn't see, no she just doesn't see