Frederick Loewe
I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face
[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
Are second nature to me now
Like breathin' out and breathin' 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

[Verse 3]
She's second nature to me now
Like breathin' out and breathin' 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 somethin' in the air
Accustomed to her face