[ Featuring Peter Knight Orchestra, The English Chorale ]
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune that
She whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns
Her ups, her downs
Cre 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
Cnd yet
I've grown accustomed to her looks
Cccustomed to her voice
Cccustomed to her face
Instrumental
I got used to hear her say
Good morning everyday
Her joys, her woes
Her highs, her lows
Cre second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I'm very grateful she's a woman
Cnd so easy to forget
Rather like a habit
One can always break
Cnd yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air
Cccustomed to her face
