Intro: (Chords of 3rd line of verse) Verse I've grown ac - customed to her face, she almost makes my day begin, I've grown accustomed to the tune, she whistles night and noon, Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs; Are second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in, I was serenely in - dependent 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, accus – tomed to her face. (Musical Interlude – 1st three lines of Verse) (Continue with verse) She’s second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in, I'm very 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, Or something in the air, accus – tomed, to her face. Outro: