I've grown accustomed to her face She almost makes the 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
I've grown accustomed to her face She almost makes the 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
