I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face - Michael Feinstein

I’ve grown accustomed to her face

She almost makes the day begin

I’ve grown accustomed to the tune

She whistles night an' 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