文本歌词

I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face - Denis Quilley
Done done done
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 looks
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face
I've got so used to here how says
Good morning everyday
Her joys
Her vows
Her highs
Her lows are second nature to me now
Like breathing out
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
Of something in the air
Accustomed to her face
Accustomed to her face