(JobimGimbleDeMoraes)



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