Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes aaah
When she walks she’s like a samba that
Swings so cool and sways so gentle,
That when she passes, each one she passes goes aaah
Oh, but he watches her so sadly
<oh, but he sees her so sadly>
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at him
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes he smiles, but she just doesn’t see
She just doesn’t see
She just doesn’t see
She doesn’t see me
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