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 and 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

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 of something in the air
Accustomed to her face