The Girl from Ipanema

Tall and tan and young and handsome

The boy from Ipanema goes walking

And when he passes

Each time he passes I go "Ah"

When he walks, he's like a samba

That swings so cool and sways so gentle

That when he passes

Each time he passes, I go "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, I smile

But he doesn't see

Ooh

But I want him so madly

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, I smile

He doesn't see

No, he doesn't see

He doesn't see

What's wrong with him?