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 so really 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
He almost makes the day begin
I've gotten used to hear him say good morning everyday
His joys, his woes, his highs, his lows
Are second nature to me know
Like breathing out, breathing in
I'm very glad he's a man and so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
Accustomed to his face
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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 so really 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
He almost makes the day begin
I've gotten used to hear him say good morning everyday
His joys, his woes, his highs, his lows
Are second nature to me know
Like breathing out, breathing in
I'm very glad he's a man and so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
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 so really 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
He almost makes the day begin
I've gotten used to hear him say good morning everyday
His joys, his woes, his highs, his lows
Are second nature to me know
Like breathing out, breathing in
I'm very glad he's a man and so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
Accustomed to his face
Writer: Alan Jay Lerner, Frederick Loewe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Capitol CMG Publishing, Integrity Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Capitol CMG Publishing, Integrity Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.