Girl from Ipanema - Olivia Ong

Tall and tan and young and lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walking now

When she passes each one she passes

Goes daboo-du-daa

When she walks, it's just like a samba

That swings so cool and sways so gentle

That when she passes, each one she passes

Goes daboo-du-daa

Oh, how I watch her so sadly

How can I tell her I love her

Yes, I would give my heart gladly

But instead, 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 go

The girl, the girl, the girl

From Ipanema, from Ipanema...

Oh.

how I want her so badly

How, how can I tell her I love her

Yes, I would give my heart gladly

But instead, 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.

She ain't looking at me.