Tall and tan and young and lovely, 
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah
When she walks, she's like a samba 
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh
(Ooh) But he watches her 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 him...
Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely,
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles - 
But she doesn't see (doesn't see)
(She just doesn't see, she never sees him...)