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 aah
 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 aah
 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
 And when he passes, each girl he passes goes aah
 And when he passes, each girl he passes goes aah
 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
 Oh, poor little me
 Why can't it be