Texty: Michael Bolton. Bolton Swings Sinatra. 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, ahh

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, ahh

Ohh, 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

Ohh, 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
No, she doesn't see, she doesn't see