Perry Como - I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face - Текст песни

I've grown accustomed to her face,
she almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune 
she whistles night an' 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 accustomed to her looks 
accustomed to her voice 
accustomed to her face!