I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face Chet Baker
Grown 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 smiles her frowns her ups and her downs
Are second nature to me now
Second nature
Like breathing out and breathing in
Breathing out and 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 every day
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 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 second nature to me now
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 I've 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 crazy
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 livin' is without you
Grown accustomed to her voice
Grown accustomed to her face
Can't give can't live anymore