Boy from Ipanema

And when he passes I smile but he doesn't see

And when he passes, each girl he passes goes, ah
No, he doesn't see, he doesn't see me
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
How can I tell him I love him?
Yes, I would give my heart gladly
Oh, but I watch him so sadly
Tall, and tan, and young and handsome
Tall, and tan, and young and handsome
Oh, but I watch him so sadly
And when he passes I smile but he doesn't see

He looks straight ahead, not at me
Yes, I would give my heart gladly
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
That when he passes each girl, he passes goes, ah
How can I tell him I love him?
But each day when he walks to the sea

But each day when he walks to the sea
When he walks he's like a samba
He looks straight ahead, not at me
That swings so cool and sways so gentle