Boy From Ipenema

Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy from Ipenema goes walking
And when he passes
Each girl he passes goes, aha

When he walks it’s like a samba
That swings so smooth and sways so gently
That when he passes
Each girl he passes goes, aha

Oh, how 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 Ipenema goes walking
And when he passes
I smile but he doesn’t see me
He doesn’t see me