The Boy from Ipanema

Tall and tan and young and handsome The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes, each girl he passes goes "bahah" When he walks, it's like a samba He swings so cool and sways so gently That when he passes, each girl he passes goes "hm" Oh, I watch him so sadly How can I tell him I love him Yes, I would give my heart gladly But each day when he walks to the sea He looks straight ahead, not at me Tall and tan and young and handsome The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes, I smile But he doesn't see Hmm... Oh, I watch him so sadly How can I tell him I love him Yes, I would give my heart gladly But each day that he walks to the sea He looks straight ahead, not at me Tall and tan and young and handsome The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes, I smile But he doesn't see He doesn't see me, he doesn't see me He doesn't see me He ain't looking my way