In Buddy's Eyes

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