paroles de chanson The Girl from Ipanema - Saxophone Dreamsound

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes "A-a-a-h"

When she walks she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentely
That when she passes, each one she passes goes "A-a-a-h"

Oh, but he watches so sadly
How can he tell her he love her
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at he

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
But she doesn't see