I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face - Dean Martin (迪安·马丁)

I've grown accustomed to her face

She almost makes the day begin

I've grown accustomed tot he tune

She whistles night and noon

Her smiles her frowns her ups and downs

Are second to 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