Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking, and

when she passes, each one she passes goes Ahh.... 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 Ahh...Oh,but I watch her so 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 smile but she doesn't see.... She just doesn't see....

No she doesn't see....