I’ve Grown Accustomed To Her Face-Chet Baker

I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face - Chet Baker 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 smiles, her frowns, her ups and her downs Are second nature to me now (Second nature) Like breathing out and breathing in (Breathing out and 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", every day 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 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 second nature to me now 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, I've 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 crazy) 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 livin' is without you) Grown accustomed to her voice Grown accustomed to her face (Can't give, can't live anymore)