I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face sing and play along

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 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" 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.

I've grown acface.