Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes, each girls he passes goes - ah
When he walks, he's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when he passes, each girls he passes goes - ah
(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, that he walks to the sea
he looks straight ahead, not at he
Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) Hadsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes, I smile - but he doesn't see
(Doesn't see)
(he just doesn't see, he never sees me)
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes, each girls he passes goes - ah
When he walks, he's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when he passes, each girls he passes goes - ah
(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, that he walks to the sea
he looks straight ahead, not at he
Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) Hadsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes, I smile - but he doesn't see
(Doesn't see)
(he just doesn't see, he never sees me)