The Boy From Ipanenia

Tall and tan and young and handsome,
the boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes, each one he passes goes - ah
When he walks, he's like a samba
that swings so cool and sways so gently
When he passes, each one he passes goes - aah
Ooh how I watch him so sadly
How can I tell him I kind of like 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
When he passes, I smile - but he just doesn't see
(Ooh) How I watch him so sadly, how can I tell him I like 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
He just doesn't see, no he doesn't see, what's wrong with him