I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

(Alan Jay Lerner/Frederick Loewe)I've grown accustomed to her face,

She almost makes the day begin

I've grown accustomed to the tune

She whistles night an' noonHer smiles, her frowns,

Her ups, her downs

Are second nature to me now

Like breathing out and breathing inI 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!