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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
  
marry Freddy!  what an infantile idea!
what a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do!
she'll regret it!  she'll regret it!
it's doomed, before they even take the vow...

i can see her now -- 
Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill --
in a wretched little flat above a store
i can see her now
not a penny in the till
and a bill-collector beating at the door
she'll try to teach the things i taught her
and end up selling flowers instead
begging for her bread and water
while her husband has his breakfast in bed
 
in a year or so, when she's prematurely gray 
and the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk, [bad word] home and know he'll have upped [bad word] away
with a social-climbing heiress from new york
poor Eliza...how simply frightful...
how humiliating...how delightful!

how poignant it will be, on that inevitable night,
when she hammers on my door, in tears and rags
miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite
will i take her in, or hurl her to the wolves?
give her kindness, or the treatment she deserves?
will i take her back, or throw the baggage out?

i'm a most forgiving man
the sort who never could, ever would
take a position and staunchly never budge
just a most forgiving man
but--

i will never take her back
if she were crawling on her knees
let her promise to atone
let her shiver, let her moan
i will slam the door and let the hellcat freeze

but i'm so used to hear her say
"good morning" everyday
her joys, her woes, 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 the trace
of something in the air
accustomed to her face

[i could have danced all night
i could have danced all night
and still have begged for more
i could have spread my wings
and done a thousand things
i've never done before
i'll never know what made it so exciting
why all at once my heart took flight
i only know when she
began to dance with me
i could have danced, danced, danced
all night]