I've Grown Accustomed To His Face [From My Fair Lady]

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 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 his looks, accustomed to his voice,

Accustomed to his face



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