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 laboo-du-di-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 laboo-du-di-daa Oh, how 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 go di-di-di-di-di-du-di-di-du Wa-di-di-di-di-di-du-down The girl, the girl, the girl From Ipanema, from Ipanema Way-way-way-way-di-di Wa-wa-buia-bu-di-di-dia-bua-di-down La-la-la-la-la-da Da-da-da-da-da-da Shh-ba-bu-di-dia-hum-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh Da-da-da-ba-du-da-dun-da-dun-da Oh, how I want her so badly How, how can I tell her I love her Yeah, 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 But each she passes, I smile But she doesn't see She ain't looking at me, uh --- The Girl From Ipanema - Amy Winehouse