I've Grown Accustom To Her Face
Damn, damn, damn, damn
I've grown accustom to her face
She Always makes the day begin
I've grown accustom to the tune that 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'm very grateful that she's a woman
And so easy to forget,
rather like a habit one can always break
And yet I've grown accustomed to her look,
accustomed to her voice, accustomed to her face.
Episode "Running Mates""