[Verse 1]
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes my day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns
Her ups, her downs

[Verse 2]
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

[Trumpet Solo]

[Verse 2]
They're 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