I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face

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 looks, accustomed to her voice,
Accustomed to her face.

 

Da-da, da-da, da-da-da-da

Da-da, da-da, da-da-da-da

Da-da, da-da, da-da-da-da

Du-da-da, da-da-da

 

Her joys, her wows, 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 her looks, accustomed to her voice,

Accustomed to her face.

I´ve grown accustomed to her looks, accustomed to her voice

Accustomed to her face. (Pa-da-pa)

Yeah!