I've grown accustomed to her face
she almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to he tune
That she whistles night and 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 he looks
Accustomed to he face
But I'm so used to hear her say
Good morning' everyday
Her joys, her woes
Her highs, her lows
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I'm very grateful she's a woman
And so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always break
And yet I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air
Accustomed to he face
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