The Girl From Ipanema
Pizzicato version:
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes, "ahhh..."
When she walks she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes
Each one she passes goes, "ahhh..."
Oh, but he watches so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at he
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
He smiles, but she doesn't see
[sax solo]
Oh, but he watches so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at he
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes, "ahhh..."
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
He smiles, but she doesn't see
But she doesn't see
Getz/Gilberto version [single edit]:
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes, "ahhh..."
When she walks she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes
Each one she passes goes, "ahhh..."
Oh, but he watch her so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at he
[sax solo]
Oh, but he sees her so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at he
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
He smiles, but she doesn't see
She just doesn't see
No, she doesn't see. . .
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