Oh how I love him. But he just doesn't see. 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 goes - ah. I smile - but he doesn't see (doesn't see). He just doesn't see he never sees me