Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes each one she passes goes ah
When she walks she's like a samba that
Swings so cool and sway so gently
That when she passes each one she passes goes ah
Oh  But I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her he loves her?
Yes  I would give my heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at he
Oh  But I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I loves her
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 smiles
But she doesn't see
And when she passes I smiles
But she doesn't see
No she doesn't see
She just doesn't see
She just doesn't see
No she doesn't see
No, she doesn't see....