Tall and tan and young and
handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes, each
girl he passes goes "aha"
When he walks, he's like a samba
That swings
so cool and sways so gently
That when he passes, each girl he passes goes "aha"
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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 (fine)
|: And when he passes, each girl he passes goes "aha" :|
dal $egno al fine
(Coda:)
No he doesn't see -- oh, poor little me -- why can't it be?