Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes each one
he passes goes...(Ai...)

When he walks he's like a samba
that swings so cool and sways so gently
When he passes each one he passes goes...(Hi)

Ooh how I watch him so sadly
How can I tell him I kind of like 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 I smile
He just doesn't see

Oh...how I watch him so sadly
How can I tell him I like 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 I smile
But he doesn't see...
He just doesn't see...
No he doesn't see...
What's wrong with him?