I've grown accustomed to her face, she almost makes my day begin,
I've grown accustomed to the tune 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 her looks, accustomed to her voice,
Accustomed to her face.
I've grown to her face, she almost makes the day begin,
I've gotten used to hear her say Good Morning every day,
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 her face.
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