The Girl From Ipanema - Frank Sinatra

Tall and tan and young and lovely  
The girl from Ipanema goes walking  
And when she passes, each one she passes  
goes "A-a-a-h"  
When she walks she's like a samba  
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 "A-a-a-h"  
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 as 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  
No, she just doesn't