Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking and When she passes, each one she passes goes
When she walks, she's like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gentle that When she passes, each one she passes goes
But I watch her so sadly How can I tell her, "I love you?" 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 smile but she doesn't see She just doesn't see