I've grown accustomed to her face,
She almost makes the day begin,
I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistle night and noon.
Her smiles, her frowns,
Her ups her downs are second nature to me know
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