Listen to I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face song with lyrics from Alan Jay Lerner

I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

Alan Jay Lerner8 Mar 2013

I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face Lyrics

I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face - Alan Jay Lerner

I've grown accustomed to her face

 

She almost makes the day begin

 

I've grown accustomed to the tune

 

That she whistles night and noon

Her smiles her frowns

 

Her ups her downs

Are second nature to me now

 

Like breathing out 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 Freddie

 

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 Freddie Eynsford-Hill

In a wretched little flat above a store

 

I can see her now not a penny in the till

Oh and a bill collecting beating in the door

 

She'll try to teach the things I taught

 

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

When the blossoms in her cheek has turned to chalk

 

She'll come home and lo

He'll have upped and ran away

With a social climbing heiress from New York

 

Poor Eliza How simply frightful

 

How humiliating How delightful

 

How pining would it be on that inevitable night'

 

When she hammers on my door in tears and rag

 

Miserable and lonely repentant and contrite

 

Will I take her in or hurl her to the wall

 

Give her kindness or the treatment she deserve

 

Will I take her back or pull the baggage out

 

Well I'm a most forgiving man

 

The sort who never could never would

 

Take a position and staunchly never budge

 

A most forgiving

 

BUT I shall never take her back

 

She's crawling on her knees

 

Let her promise to atone let her shiver let her moan

Then I'll slam the door and let the hellcat freeze

 

Marry Freddie HA

 

But I'm so used to hear her say "Good morning" every day

 

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 very easy to forget

 

Rather like a habit one can always break

 

Yet I've grown accustomed to the trace of

 

Something in the air

 

 

Accustomed to her face