See, I told ya! That's what she said! 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 gently that when she passes each one she passes goes, ah. Oh, but you watch her so sadly, how can you tell her you love 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 walking and when she passes he smiles, but she doesn't see, she just doesn't see, no, she doesn't see, doesn't see, she doesn't see, she doesn't see, she doesn't see. Oh, but you watch her so sadly, how can you tell her you love her? Yes, he would give his heart gladly, but each day when she walks to the sea she looks straight ahead, not at him.