Tall and tan, and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes, each girl he 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

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
He 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

Oh, but I watch him so sadly
How can I tell him I love him?

Yes, I would give my heart gladly
But each day when she/he walks to the sea
He/she looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall, and tan, and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile but he doesn't see
She just doesn't see, he just doesn't see
When he passes I smile but he doesn't see
She never sees me
I will give my heart to him