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 That when she passes, each one she passes goes Ah! Ooh, but you watch her 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 walking And when she passes, his smiles But she doesn't see Ooh, but you watch her 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 walking And when she passes, his smiles But she doesn't see She just doesn't see No, she doesn't see She just doesn't see