Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes, each time he passes I go
"A-a-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 I go
"A-a-ah!"

Oh, but I watch him so sadly
How can he 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

Oh, but I want him so madly
How can he 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... He doesn't see...

He doesn't see. He doesn't see.
What's wrong with him?