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