I´ve grown accustomed to her face She almost makes my day begin I´ve grown accustomed to the tune that She whistles night and noon Her smiles, her frowns
Her ups, her downs
They´re 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 look Accustomed to her voice Accustomed to her face
They´re 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 look Accustomed to her voice Accustomed to her face