Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes Each one she passes goes ah When she walks, she's like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gently That when she passes Each one she passes goes, ah Oh but he watch her so sadly How can he tell her he loves her Yes he would give his heart gladly But each day when she walks to the sea She looks straight ahead not at him Oh but he sees her so sadly How can he tell her he loves her Yes he would give his heart gladly But each day when she walks to the sea She looks straight ahead, not at him Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes he smiles But she doesn't see, she just doesn't see No she does not see, but she does not see