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, shes 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 doesnt see (doesnt see)
 (she just doesnt see, she never sees me,...)