Amy Winehouse
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 ooh
(Ooh) 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 (doesn’t see)
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
She ain’t looking at me!
From Letras Mania