In Buddy's Eyes (from "Follies")

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