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 gently that when she passes, each one she passes goes, “Aaah…” Oh, but he watches 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.