Girl From Ipanema - Eden Atwood

Tall and tan and young and lovely

The boy 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 he watch her so sadly

How can he tell her he loves her

Yes I would give my heart gladly

But each day that she walks to the sea

She looks straight ahead not at he

Tall (and) tan (and) young (and) handsam

The boy from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes

He smile - but she doesn't see

(Ooh) But he watch her so sadly

How can he tell her he loves her

Yes I would give my heart gladly

But each day that she walks to the sea

She looks straight ahead not at he

Tall (and) tan (and) young (and) handsam

The boy from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes

He smile - but she doesn't see

(Doesn't see)