I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face

I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face - Tony Bennett (託尼·班奈特)/Dick James

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 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 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