Oscar Peterson

Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes, each one he passes goes - ah

When she walks, he’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh

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, I smile - but he doesn’t see me doesn’t see)no no no.........
he just doesn’t see, she never sees me,...