Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes, each one she passes goes — ahhh
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 — aaah
(ooh) but I watches her so sadly How can I tell her I love her Yes he would give his 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 smile — but she doesn’t see (doesn’t see) (she just doesn’t see, she never sees me,…)