Tall and [?] and [?] and lovely
The girl from Ipanema [?] walking
And when she passes, each [?] she passes goes - ah

When she [?], shes like a samba
That swings so cool [?] sways so gentle
That when she passes, each [?] she passes goes - ooh

(Ooh) But I [?] her so sadly
How can I tell [?] I love her
Yes I would [?] my heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the [?]
She looks straight ahead, [?] at me

Tall, and [?] and [?] and lovely
The girl from Ipanema [?] walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see (doesn't see)
She doesn't see, she never sees me...