Tall and tan and young and handsome, The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes, Each time he passes goes - ah When he walks, he's like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gently That when he passes, Each time he passes goes, aah Ooh But he watches so sadly, How can he tell him he loves him, Yes I would give my heart gladly, But instead 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 smiles But he doesn't see Ooh But I want him so madly How canI tell him he loves him Yes I would give him 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 smiles But he doesn't see He doesn't see He doesn't see What's wrong with him?