I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face Lyrics - Singles - My Fair Lady

Henry: I've grown accustomed to her face 

She almost makes the day begin 

I've grown accustomed to the tune 

That she whistles night and noon 

Her smiles, her frowns 

Her ups, her downs 

Are second nature to me now 

Like breathing out, 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 

Marry Freddie? 

What an infantile idea 

What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do 

She'll regret it 

She'll regret it 

It's doomed before they even take the vow 

I can see her now, Mrs. Freddie Eynsford-Hill 

In a wretched little flat above a store 

I can see her now, not a penny in the till 

And a bill collector beating at the door 

She'll try to teach the things I taught 

And end up selling flowers instead 

Begging for her bread and water 

While her husband has his breakfast in bed 

In a year or so 

When she's prematurely gray 

When the blossoms in her cheek has turned to chalk 

She'll come home and lo! 

He'll have upped and ran away 

With a social climbing heiress from New York 

Poor Eliza! How simply frightful! 

How humiliating! How delightful! 

How pining would it be on that inevitable night 

When she hammers on my door in tears and rag 

Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite 

Will I take her in or hurl her to the wall? 

Give her kindness or the treatment she deserve? 

Will I take her back or throw the baggage out 

Well, I'm a most forgiving man 

The sort who never could, never would 

Take a position and staunchly never budge 

A most forgiving man 

BUT, I shall never take her back 

If she was crawling on her knees 

Let her promise to atone, let her shiver, let her moan 

Then I'll slam the door and let the hellcat freeze 

Marry Freddie.. HA! 

But I'm so used to hear her say "Good morning" every day 

Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows 

Are second nature to me now 

Like breathing out and breathing in 

I'm very grateful she's a woman 

And very easy to forget 

Rather like a habit one can always break 

Yet I've grown accustomed to the trace of 

Something in the air 

Accustomed to her face...