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, ah When he walks he's like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gentle That when he passes each girl, he passes goes, ah Oh, but 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 No, he doesn't see, he doesn't see me Oh, but 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 He just doesn't see, he just doesn't see