In Buddy's Eyes Lyrics - Barbara Cook At The Met With Special Guests Live - Cook Barbara

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