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, his frowns His ups, his 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 his look
Accustomed to his voice Accustomed to his face I'm so used to hearing him say "Good morning," every day
His joys, his woes His highs, his lows Are second nature to me now Like breathing out and breathing in
I'm very grateful he's a man and so easy to forget Rather like a habit one can always break And yet, I've grown accustomed To the trace of something in the air
Accustomed to his faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
