Tall and tan and young and handsomethe boy from Ipanema goes walking andwhen he passes each girl he passes goes aahhOh But I watch him so sadlyHow can I tell him I love himYes I would give my heart gladlyBut each day when he walks to the seaHe looks straight ahead not at meWhen he walks he's like a SambaThat swings so cool, and sways so gentle thatwhen he passes each girl he passes goes aahhOh But I watch him so sadly ...Tall and tan and young and handsomeThe boy from Ipanema goes walking andWhen he passes I smileBut he doesn't seeHe just doesn't seeNo he doesn't see