I've grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
That he whistles night and noon
His smiles, her frowns
His ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out or breathing in

I was serenely independent
And content before we met
Surely I can always be that way again, and yet
I've grown accustomed to his looks
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his facе

I've grown accustomed to his face
Hе almost makes the day begin

They're second nature to me now
Like breathing out or breathing in

I was serenely independent
And content before we met
Surely I can always be that way again, and yet
I've grown accustomed to his looks
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face