I've Grown Accustomed To His Face (Remastered) 歌詞
D**n d**n d**n d**n
I've grown accustomed to his face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
That she whistles night and noon
His smiles his frowns
His ups his 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 his look
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face
Marry Freddy What an infantile idea What a heartless
Wicked brainless thing to do but she'll regret it it's
Doomed before they even take the vow
I can see his now Mrs Freddy Eynsford Hill
In a wretched little flat above a store
I can see his now not a penny in the till
And a bill collector beating at the door
She'll try to teach the things I taught his
And end up selling flowers instead
Begging for his bread and water
While his husband has his breakfast in bed
In a year or so when she's prematurely grey
And the blossom in his cheek has turned to chalk
She'll come home and lo
He'll have upped and run away
With a social climbing heiress from New York
Poor Eliza How simply frightful
How humiliating How delightful
How poignant it'll be on that inevitable night
When she hammers on my door in tears and rags
Miserable and lonely repentant and contrite
Will I take his in or hurl his to the walls
Give his kindness or the treatment she deserves
Will I take his back or throw the baggage out
But I'm a most forgiving man
The sort who never could never would
Take a position and staunchly never budge
A most forgiving man
But I shall never take take his back
If she were even crawling on his knees
Let his promise to atone
Let his shiver let his moan
I'll slam the door and let the hell cat freeze
Marry Freddy HA
But I'm so used to hear his day
Good morning every day
His joys his woes
His highs his 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 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