Oh, how I love him   But he just doesn't see      Tall and tan and young and handsome   The boy from Ipanema goes walking   And when he passes   Each girl he passes goes - ah      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 - ah      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 goes - ah      I smile - but he doesn't see (doesn't see)   He just doesn't see, he never sees me