Tall and tanned and young and lovely,
The boy from Ipanema goes walking,
And when he passes,
Each one he passes goes "ahh!"
When he walks he's like a samba
That swing so cool and sway so gentle,
That when he passes,
Each one he passes goes "ahh!"
Oh, 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 tanned and young and lovely,
The boy from Ipanema goes walking,
And when he passes I smile, but he doesn't see.
He just doesn't see.
No he doesn't see.
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