Tall and tan and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
When she walks, it’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently,
How can I tell her I love her?
Yes, I would give my heart gladly.
But each day when she walks to the sea,
Shed looks straight ahead, not at me
This was how the girl from Ipanema looked at the sea back then in 1963. And that’s how she keeps looking at the sea, in 1982. She hasn’t aged. Sealed in her image, she drifts through the ocean in time. If she had continued to age, she’d probably be close to forty by now. Or maybe not. But at least she wouldn’t have her slim figure anymore, and she wouldn’t be so tan. She might retain some of her old loveliness, but she’d have three children, and too much sun would damage her skin.
