Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one he 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
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
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
