Like breathing out and breathing in Accustomed to his face 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 and downs Are second nature to me now

Like breathing out and breathing in Accustomed to her face 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 downs Are second nature to me