I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face

I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face - The Broadway Players

Damn Damn Damn Damn

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 look

Accustomed to her voice

Accustomed to her face

Marry Freddy

What an infantile idea

What a heartless wicked

Brainless thing to do

But she'll regret

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 grey

And the blossom in her 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 her in

Or hurl her to the walls

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 shall never take her back

If she were even crawling on her knees

Let her promise to atone

Let her shiver let her moan

I'll slam the door

And let the hell-cat freeze

Marry Freddy ha

But I'm so used to hear her say

Good morning ev'ry 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 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