short and blonde
And young and lovely,
The girl from California
Goes walking ... And when she passes,
Each one she passes goes - ah ...

When she walks,
She's like a samba
That swings so cool
And sways so gentle ...
That when she passes,
Each one she passes goes - ooh ...

(Ooh) But 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.
she doesn't see ,

She just doesn't see as a lover,
She never sees me thos way

she is just my buddy


see the video here