Elise Trouw 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: Ahhh!
When she walks she's like
A samba that sways 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 him
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
She just doesn't see