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 gentle   That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh      (Ooh) 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 (doesn't see)   (She just doesn't see, she never sees me...)