I`ve grown accustomed to her face,
she almost makes the day begin
I`ve grown accustomed to the tune
she whistles night an` noon
Her smiles, her frowns,
her ups, her downs
are second nature to me now
like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent
and content, before we met
surely I could always be that way again, and yet,
I`ve grown accustomed to her looks
accustomed to her voice
accustomed to her face!
