Tall and tan and young and handsome The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes, each girl he passes goes aaah
When he walks, he's like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gentle That when he passes, each girl he passes goes aaah
Ooh, but I watch him so sadly How can I tell him I love 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
And when he passes, each girl he passes goes aaah And when he passes, each girl he passes goes aaah
Ooh, but I watch him so sadly How can I tell him I love 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
No, he doesn't see Oh, poor little me Why can't it be me I wish ...