(Jobim)
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 -
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