Accustomed to Her Face

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 so really 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've grown accustomed to her face,

She almost makes the day begin.

I've gotten used to hear her say good morning everyday.

Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows

Are second nature to me now

Like breathing out, 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