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 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 look accustomed to her voice accustomed to her face 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