Tall and tan and young and lovely
The boy from Ipanema goes walking and
As he passes, each girl he passes is, ah
When he walks he's like a samba that
Swing so cool and sway so gently and
As he passes each girl, he passes is, ah
Oh, when I watch him so sadly
How can I tell him I love him?
Yes, I would give my heart gladly
But each day when he walks to the sea
He looks straight ahead, not at me
Tall, and tan, and young and lovely
The boy from Ipanema goes walking and
As he passes I smile but he doesn't see
Oh, when I watch him so sadly
How can I tell him I love him?
Yes, I would give my heart gladly
When each day when he walks to the sea
He looks straight ahead, not at me
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The boy from Ipanema goes walking and
As he passes I smile, but he doesn't see
He doesn't see
He's not looking at me