In Buddys Eyes Songtext
von Barbara Cook

Life is slow but it seems exciting
′Cause Buddy's there.
Gourmet cooking and letter-writing
And knowing Buddy′s there.
Every morning--don't faint--
I tend the flowers. Can you believe it?
Every weekend I paint
For umpteen hours.
And yes, I miss a lot
Living like a shut-in. No, I haven't got
Cooks and cart and diamonds.
Yes, my clothes are not
Paris fashions, but in
Buddy′s eyes
I′m young, I'm beautiful.
In Buddy′s eyes
I don't get older.
So life is ducky


And time goes flying
And I′m so lucky
I feel like crying,
And... In Buddy's eyes
I′m young, I'm beautiful.
In Buddy's eyes
I can′t get older.
I′m still the princess,
Still the prize.
In Buddy's eyes
I′m young, I'm beautiful.
In Buddy′s arms,
On Buddy's shoulder
I won′t Bet older.
Nothing dies.
And all I ever dreamed I'd be,
The best I ever thought of me,
Is every minute there to see
In Buddy's eyes