I've grown ac - customed to her face, she almost makes my 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 in - dependent 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, accus ? tomed to her face.
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She?s 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 the trace,
Or something in the air, accus ? tomed, to her face.