Tall and tan and young and handsome  The boy from Ipanema goes walking  And when he passes, each girl he passes goes aaah   When he walks, he's like a samba  That swings so cool and sways so gentle  That when he passes, each girl he passes goes aaah     Ooh, 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 aaah  And when he passes, each girl he passes goes aaah     Ooh, 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 me  I wish ...  (transcribed by Roman )