Tall and tan and young and lovely The boy l from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes Each one she passes goes "a-a-ah"         When he walks  he's like a samba that Swings so cool and sways so gentle That when she passes Each one she passes goes "a-a-ah"       Oh but I watch her so sadly How can I tell her I love her Yes I would give my heart gladly But each day when she walks to the sea he looks straight ahead not at me Tall and tan and young and lovely The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes I smile but he doesn't see   he just doesn't see   No he doesn't see