Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she pa**es, each one she pa**es goes, ah When she walks, she's like a Samba That swing’s so cool and sways so gently That when she pa**es, each one she pa**es goes, ah Ooh, but, he watches so sadly How, can he tell her he loves her Yes, He would give his heart gladly But, each day, when she walks to the sea She looks straight ahead, not at he (Musical Interlude) Ooh, but, he sees her so sadly How, can he tell her he loves her Yes, he would give his heart gladly But, each day, when she walks to the sea She looks straight ahead, not at he Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she pa**es, he smiles, but she doesn't see She just doesn't see, no, she doesn’t see But, she doesn’t see