Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes
Each one she passes goes, “aah.”
When she walks she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes each one she passes goes, “aah.”

Oh, but I watch her so sadly. How can I tell her I love her?
Yes, I would give my heart gladly.
But each day when she walks to the sea,
She looks straight ahead not at me.
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Ipanema goes walking.
And when she passes I smile, but she doesn’t see.
She just doesn’t see. No, she doesn’t see.