I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noonHer smiles, her frowns, her ups and downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing inI 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 faceShe'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