Have you seen the
sip in a caipirinha
On Ipanema Beach
She was right there
Long black hair

I don’t know her
I don’t know how
I don’t know why
But she knows
And she knows
And she knows

’Não falo português’, I say
She says, ’It’s ok
Don’t say anything’

I don’t know her
She don’t know me
I don’t know how
But she knows
And she knows
And she knows