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 sways so gently
That when she passes,
each one she passes goes Ah
Oh,
but he watches her so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes,
he would give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea She looks straight ahead,
not at him
Oh,
but he sees her so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes,
he would give his heart gladly But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at him
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes,
he smiles But she doesn't see She just doesn't see No,
she doesn't see But she doesn't see