[Verse 1]
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, 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

[Verse 3]
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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