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 - ah
 (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
 (doesn't see)
 Olha que coisa mais linda
 mais cheia de graí sa
 í ela menina que vem e que passa
 Num doce balaní so a caminho do mar...
 Moí sa do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema
 O seu balaní sado é mais que um poema
 í a coisa mais linda que
 eu já vi passar...