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
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 accustomedto her looks
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed.....