I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face - Dean Martin (迪安·马丁)
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 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'm very grateful she's a woman
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
