♪ ♪ Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes a-walking. ♪ ♪ And when she passes, each one she passes goes, ah-ah-ah. ♪ ♪ When she walks, she's like a samba that sways so cool and swings so gentle. ♪ ♪ That when she passes, each one she passes goes, ah-ah-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 him. ♪ ♪ Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes a-walking. And when she passes, he smiles, but she doesn't see. ♪ ♪ ♪ And 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-ah-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 him. ♪ ♪ Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes a-walking. And when she passes, he smiles, but she doesn't see. She just doesn't see. No, she doesn't see. She looks straight ahead and just doesn't see. ♪