The Boy From Ipanema Tall and tan and young and handsome The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes, each one he passes goes Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah When he walks, he's like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gentle That when he passes, each one he passes goes Whoa-oh-oh-oh-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 But oh, he's 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 watch him so sadly How can I tell him I love him? Yes, yes, I would give my heart gladly But each day when he walks to the sea He looks straight ahead, not at me But oh, he's tall and tan and young and handsome The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes, I smile but he doesn't see He just doesn't see He's not for me