I've Grown Accustomed to His Face

I've grown accustomed to his face

He almost makes the day begin

I've grown accustomed to the tune he whistles night and noon

His smiles, his frowns

His ups, his downs, are second nature to me know

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 his looks

Accustomed to his voice

Accustomed to his face

I've grown accustomed to his face

Are second nature to me know

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 his looks

Accustomed to his voice

Accustomed to his face

Accustomed to his face