I've Grown Accustomed To His Face I've grown accustomed to his face Are second nature to me now I've grown accustomed to his look Accustomed to his face Are second nature to me now More Doris Day Hits Click Here
Doris Day
He almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed
To the tune that he whistles night and noon
His smiles, his frowns
His ups, his downs
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
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face
He makes the day begin
His joys, his woes
His highs, his lows
Like breathing out and breathing in
I'm very grateful I'm a woman hes 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 his face...
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