The Boy from Ipanema

Tall and tan and young and handsome

The boy from Ipanema goes walking

And when he passes, each girl he passes goes aaah

When he walks, he's like a samba

That swings so cool and sways so gentle

That when he passes, each girl he passes goes aaah

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

And when he passes, each girl he passes goes aaah

And when he passes, each girl he passes goes aaah

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

No, he doesn't see

Oh, poor little me

Why can't it be me

I wish ...