I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face - Steve Lawrence

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 and 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 looks

Accustomed to her voice

Accustomed to her face

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