I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

Nat King Cole

Grown accustomed to her looks 
Oh I, I've grown, grown accustomed to her voice 

I've grown accustomed to her face 
She almost makes the day begin 
I've grown accustomed to the tune 
She whistles night and noon 

Her smile, her frowns, her ups and downs 
Are second nature to me now 
(Second nature) 
Like breathing out and breathing in 
(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 

Grown accustomed to her looks 
Grown accustomed to her voice 

I've grown accustomed to her face 
She almost makes the day begin 
(Day begin) 
I've gotten used to hear her say 
"Good morning", everyday 

Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows 
Are second nature to me now 
(Second nature) 
Like breathing out and breathing in 
(Breathing out and breathing in) 

I'm so grateful she's a woman and 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 her face 

Grown accustomed to her looks 
Grown accustomed to her trace 
I've grown accustomed to her voice 
Grown accustomed to her face 

She's like second nature to me now 
Like breathing out and breathing in 
(Breathing out and breathing in) 

I was serenely independent and 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 

Her looks 
(I can't believe) 
Her trace 
(How much I love her) 
Her voice 
Her face 

(I'm addicted to you, baby) 
Her looks 
Her trace 
(Because your love that drives me away) 
Her voice 
Her face 

Grown accustomed to her voice 
(You know I finally realize) 
Grown accustomed to her face 
(I got to hold it by my side) 

Grown accustomed to her looks 
(I wanna be, be your ornament) 
Grown accustomed to her trace 
('Cause I love you, baby, please take my hand) 

Grown accustomed to her voice 
(I'll be good to you each and everyday) 
Grown accustomed to her face 
(I've grown accustomed) 
Grown accustomed to her looks 

Grown accustomed to her trace 
(Can't live if the living is without you) 
Grown accustomed to her voice 
Grown accustomed to her face 
(Can't live, can't live anymore)


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