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...
Ooh... 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 he
Tall and tan and
young and lovely
The girl from
Ipanema goes
walking and
When she passes
he smiles
but she
doesn't see
Ooh... 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 he
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
She doesn't
see
She just
doesn't see