Chris Botti, Dean Martin - I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face lyrics
[Chris Botti, Dean Martin - I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face lyrics]
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns her ups and downs
Are second to 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
She's second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I'm very grateful she's a woman
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 her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns her ups and downs
Are second to 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
She's second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I'm very grateful she's a woman
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 her face