Tall and tan and young and handsome,
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes,
Each time he passes goes - ah
When he walks, he's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when he passes,
Each time he passes goes, aah
Ooh
But he watches so sadly,
How can he tell him he loves him,
Yes I would give my heart gladly,
But instead 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 smiles
But he doesn't see
Ooh
But I want him so madly
How canI tell him he loves him
Yes I would give him 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 smiles
But he doesn't see
He doesn't see
He doesn't see
What's wrong with him?
