| Song | Boy from Ipanema |
| Artist | Rosemary Clooney |
| Album | Brazil |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : DeMoraes, Gimbel, Jobim | |
| Tall and tan and young and handsome | |
| The boy from Ipanema goes walking | |
| And when he passes | |
| Each girl he passes goes - ah | |
| When he walks | |
| He's like a samba | |
| That swings so cool and sways so gentle | |
| That when he passes each girl | |
| He passes goes - ah | |
| Ooh, but 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 handsome | |
| The boy from Ipanema goes walking | |
| And when he passes goes - ah | |
| I smile - but he doesn't see (doesn't see) | |
| He just doesn't see, he never sees me |
| zuo qu : DeMoraes, Gimbel, Jobim | |
| Tall and tan and young and handsome | |
| The boy from Ipanema goes walking | |
| And when he passes | |
| Each girl he passes goes ah | |
| When he walks | |
| He' s like a samba | |
| That swings so cool and sways so gentle | |
| That when he passes each girl | |
| He passes goes ah | |
| Ooh, but 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 handsome | |
| The boy from Ipanema goes walking | |
| And when he passes goes ah | |
| I smile but he doesn' t see doesn' t see | |
| He just doesn' t see, he never sees me |
| zuò qǔ : DeMoraes, Gimbel, Jobim | |
| Tall and tan and young and handsome | |
| The boy from Ipanema goes walking | |
| And when he passes | |
| Each girl he passes goes ah | |
| When he walks | |
| He' s like a samba | |
| That swings so cool and sways so gentle | |
| That when he passes each girl | |
| He passes goes ah | |
| Ooh, but 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 handsome | |
| The boy from Ipanema goes walking | |
| And when he passes goes ah | |
| I smile but he doesn' t see doesn' t see | |
| He just doesn' t see, he never sees me |