I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face
Lerner & Lowe

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