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 aah When he walks, he's like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gently That when he passes, each girl he passes goes aah 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 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 And when he passes, each girl he passes goes aah And when he passes, each girl he passes goes aah 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 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 No he doesn't see Oh, poor little me Why can't it be