I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face Lyrics - Perry Como

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