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 smooth and swing so gently

And when she passes each one she passes goes ah.

Oh but I watch her sadly

How can I tell her 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 smiled

But she doesn�t see, no she doesn�t see.