In Buddy's Eyes Songtext
von Dorothy Collins

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 cars 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

I married the right man, then

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 get 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