Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking. And when she passes, each one she passes goes - aah... When she walks, she's like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gently that when she passes, each one she passes goes - aah... Ooh, but I watch 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 he. Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking. And when she passes, he smiles - but she doesn't see.