Nat King Cole, Gregory Porter - 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, "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" Oh, but I watch her so sadly How can I tell her I love her? Yes! I would give my heart gladly But each day (but each day) As she walks to the sea (as 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 Oh, but I watch her so sadly How can I tell her I love her? Yes! I will give my heart gladly But each day (oh, each day) as she walks to the sea She looks straight ahead Not at me (she is not looking at me, no) Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking When she passes, I smile But she doesn't see (smile, though eye is aching) And when she passes, I smile But she doesn't see (smile, even though it's aching) She doesn't see She doesn't see (smile)