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 gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes ah
Oh but he watches 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 he
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