Grown accustomed to her looks
Oh I, Ive grown, grown accustomed to her voice
Ive grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
Ive grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns, her ups and her downs
Are second nature to me now
(Second nature)
Like breathing out and breathing in
(Breathing out and in)
I was serenely independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again and yet
Ive grown accustomed to her looks
Accustomed to her voice, accustomed to her face
Grown accustomed to her looks
Grown accustomed to her voice
Ive grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
(Day begin)
Ive gotten used to hear her say
Good morning, every day
Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows
Are second nature to me now
(Second nature)
Like breathing out and breathing in
(Breathing out and in)
Im so grateful shes a woman and so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
Ive grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
Accustomed to her face
Grown accustomed to her looks
Grown accustomed to her trace
Ive grown accustomed to her voice
Grown accustomed to her face
Shes second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
(Breathing out and breathing in)
I was serenely independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again and yet
Ive grown accustomed to her looks
Accustomed to her voice, Ive accustomed to her face
Her looks
(I cant believe)
Her trace
(How much I love her)
Her voice
Her face
Her looks
Her trace
(Because your love that drives me crazy)
Her voice
Her face
Grown accustomed to her voice
(You know I finally realize)
Grown accustomed to her face
(I got to hold it by my side)
Grown accustomed to her looks
(I wanna be, be your ornament)
Grown accustomed to her trace
(Cause I love you, baby, please take my hand)
Grown accustomed to her voice
(Ill be good to you each and everyday)
Grown accustomed to her face
(Ive grown accustomed)
Grown accustomed to her looks
Grown accustomed to her trace
Grown accustomed to her voice
Grown accustomed to her face
(Cant give, cant live anymore)