I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face - Ray Conniff & The Singers

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

Her joys her worms

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 her looks

Accustomed to her voice

Accustomed to her face

I've grown accustomed to her looks

Accustomed to her voice

Accustomed to her face