Tall and tan and young and lovely
The boy l from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes "a-a-ah"
When he walks he's like a samba that
Swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes
Each one she passes goes "a-a-ah"
Oh, 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
he looks straight ahead not at me
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes
I smile, but he doesn't see
he just doesn't see
No he doesn't see