The Girl from Ipanema - Casey Abrams

Tall and tan and young and lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes is when she passes

Goes «ah!»

When she walks it’s like a samba

That sings so sweet and sings so gentle

And when she passes is when she passes

Goes «ah!»

Ah, 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 she smiles

But she doesn’t see

Tall and tan and young and lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes is when she passes

Goes «ah!»

When she walks it’s like a samba

That swings so sweet and swings so gentle

That when she passes is when she passes

Goes «ah!»

Ah, 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

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 she smiles

But she doesn’t see

She just doesn’t see

She just doesn’t see

She just doesn’t see

She just doesn’t see