Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes
When she walks, she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes, each one she passes goes
＊Ooh... But he watches 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 him＊
＃Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, she smiles - but she doesn't see＃
Repeat＊＃＃
