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 "bahah"
 When he walks, it's like a samba
 He swings so cool and sways so gently
 That when he passes, each girl he passes goes "hm"
 Oh, 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
 Hmm...
 Oh, I watch him so sadly
 How can I tell him I love him
 Yes, I would give my heart gladly
 But each day that 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
 He doesn't see me, he doesn't see me
 He doesn't see me
 He ain't looking my way