I’ve
grown accustomed to his face
He
almost makes the day begin
I’ve
grown accustomed to the tune
he
whistles night and noon
His
smiles, his frowns
his
ups, his downs
are
second-natured to me now
like
breathing out and breathing in
I
was surreally independent and content before we met
Surely
I could always be that way again, and yet
I’ve
grown accustomed to his looks
accustomed
to his voice
accustomed
to his face
I’ve
grown accustomed to his face
He
almost makes the day begin
I’ve
gotten used to hear him say
good
morning every day
His
joys, his woes
his
highs, his lows
are
second-natured to me now
like
breathing out and breathing in
I’m
very grateful he’s a man 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 his face
to
his face
to
his face
Published
by Chappell & Co. Inc.
Reproduced
without the kind permission I really wouldn’t mind a bit
Recorded
by Caterina Valente
©
1960 BMG Music
Released
on "Super-Fonics" (RCA Victor / RCA / BMG 74321 29861 2 - CD) & "Super-Fonics"
(RCA LPM-2241 - LP)