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
And when she passes,
each one she passes goes Ah...
Oh,
but I watch her so sadly How can I tell I love her?
Yes,
I would give my heart gladly But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead,
not at me Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes,
I smile
But she doesn't see
Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile But she doesn't see
No, she doesn't see She doesn't see