Ive grown accustomed to her face She almost makes the day begin Ive 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 Ive grown accustomed to her looks Accustomed to her voice Accustomed to her face Oh, I love to hear her say Good morning, everyday Her joys, her woes, her highs and her lows Theyre second nature to me now Like breathing out and breathing in Im so grateful shes a woman And so easy to forget Rather like a habit one can always break and yet Ive grown accustomed to the trace Of something in the air Accustomed to her face That faceYou might also like
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