Barbara Cook
In Buddy's Eyes
Life is slow but it seems exciting'Cause Buddy's there.Gourmet cooking and letter-writingAnd knowing Buddy's there.Every morning, don't faintI tend the flowers. Can you believe it?Every weekend I paintFor umpteen hours.And yes, I miss a lotLiving like a shut-in.No, I haven't gotCooks and cart and diamonds.Yes, my clothes are notParis fashions, but inBuddy's eyesI'm young, I'm beautiful.In Buddy's eyesI don't get older.So life is duckyAnd time goes flyingAnd I'm so luckyI feel like crying,And in Buddy's eyesI'm young, I'm beautiful.In Buddy's eyesI can't get older.Letras de cancionesI'm still the princess,Still the prize.In Buddy's eyesI'm young, I'm beautiful.In Buddy's arms,On Buddy's shoulderI 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 seeIn Buddy's eyes
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