G    Am7   G7   C               C7   C G Am7      D7     Dm7          G7     Dm7   G7 
I've grown ac - customed to her face,         she almost makes my day begin, 
     D#7    F                Em        D7                 Dm7 
I've grown accustomed to the tune, she whistles night and noon, 
    F           Em          Dm7      G 
Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs; 
    D#7    C            C7   C G Am7       D7        Dm7               G7   Dm7   G7 
Are second nature to me now,          like breathing out and breathing in, 
         F     Dm7    C       B7     C      Em7     A 
I was serenely in - dependent and content before we met, 
Dm7    F       G7     Bm7     E7    F       Fm  
Surely I could always be that way again and yet; 
     F       D7              Fm 
I've grown accustomed to her looks,  
  C        Em7    D7        Dm7    Am7  D7 G7  C 
Accustomed to her voice,  accus – tomed to her face.