Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes, each girl he passes, goes – ah
When he walks, he's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when he passes each girl he passes goes – ah
Ooh, 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
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