Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking and
When she passes, each one she passes goes: Aah
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 so?
Yes, I would give my heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking and
When she passes, I smile, but she doesn't see
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking and
When she passes, I smile, but she doesn't see