The Girl from Ipanema (Nat King Cole)

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 Oooh 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 (Ooh) 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 And when she passes I smile But she doesn't see She doesn't She doesn't She doesn't see