Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes passing And when she passes Each one she passes goes, "Ah" When she walks, it's like a samba That swings so cool, and sways so gentle And when she passes Each one she passes goes, "Ah" Oh, how I watch her so sadly How can I tell her I love her? Yeah, I would give my heart gladly But each day as she walks to the sea She looks straight ahead, not at me ♪ Oh, how I watch her so sadly How, yes, how can I tell her I love her? Yes, yes, I would give my heart gladly But each day as I walk to the sea She looks straight ahead, not at me