文本歌词

I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face - The London Theater Orchestra
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 her 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 her look
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face
Accustomed
To her looks
Accustomed
To her voice
Accustomed to her face