Nat King Cole - 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:

"Oooh"

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"

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 doesn't see

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

When she passes, I smile

But she doesn't see

She doesn't see

She doesn't see