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