I'Ve Grown Accustomed To Her Face - Nat King Cole

#71rown accustomed to her looks

Oh I, I've grown, grown accustomed to her voice

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 smile, her frowns, her ups and downs

Are second nature to me now

(Second nature)

Like breathing out and breathing in

(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

Grown accustomed to her looks

Grown accustomed to her voice

I've grown accustomed to her face

She almost makes the day begin

(Day begin)

I've gotten used to hear her say

"Good morning", everyday

Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows

Are second nature to me now

(Second nature)

Like breathing out and breathing in

(Breathing out and breathing in)

I'm so 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

Grown accustomed to her looks

Grown accustomed to her trace

I've grown accustomed to her voice

Grown accustomed to her face

She's like second nature to me now

Like breathing out and breathing in

(Breathing out and breathing in)

I was serenely independent and 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

Her looks

(I can't believe)

Her trace

(How much I love her)

Her voice

Her face

(I'm addicted to you, baby)

Her looks

Her trace

(Because your love that drives me away)

Her voice

Her face

Grown accustomed to her voice

(You know I finally realize)

Grown accustomed to her face

(I got to hold it by my side)

Grown accustomed to her looks

(I wanna be, be your ornament)

Grown accustomed to her trace

('Cause I love you, baby, please take my hand)

Grown accustomed to her voice

(I'll be good to you each and everyday)

Grown accustomed to her face

(I've grown accustomed)

Grown accustomed to her looks

Grown accustomed to her trace

(Can't live if the living is without you)

Grown accustomed to her voice

Grown accustomed to her face

(Can't live, can't live anymore)