[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 look
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face

[Verse 3]
I guess I'm used to hear her say
"Good morning" every day
Her joys, her woes
Her highs, her lows

[Verse 4]
They're second nature to me now
Like breathing out, breathing in
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