Tall and tan and young and handsomethe boy from Ipanema goes walking andwhen he passes each girl he passes goes aahh 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 When he walks he's like a Samba That swings so cool, and sways so gentle thatwhen he passes each girl he passes goes aahh Oh But I watch him so sadly ... Tall and tan and young and handsome 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