I've Grown 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
Whistle night and noon.
His smiles, his frowns,
His ups his downs are second nature ot me know
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I was so really independent and content before we met,
Surely i could always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to his looks,
Accustomed to his voice,
Accustomed to his face.
I've grown accustomed to his face,
He almost makes the day begin.
I've gotten used to hear him say good morning everyday.
His joys, his woes, his highs, his lows
Are sencond nature to me know
Like breathing out, breathing in
I'm very glad he's a man 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 his face
Me he acostumbrado a su cara
Me he acostumbrado a su cara
Casi hace que empiece el día
Me he acostumbrado a la melodía que
Silbato noche y mediodía
Sus sonrisas, su ceño fruncido
Sus altibajos son la segunda naturaleza que yo sepa
Como respirar y respirar
Yo era muy independiente y contento antes de conocernos
Seguro que siempre podría ser así otra vez y sin embargo
Me he acostumbrado a sus miradas
Acostumbrado a su voz
Acostumbrado a su cara
Me he acostumbrado a su cara
Casi hace que empiece el día
Me he acostumbrado a oírle decir buenos días todos los días
Sus alegrías, sus aflicciones, sus altibajos
¿Me conocerá la naturaleza senscond
Como respirar, respirar
Estoy muy contento de que sea un hombre y tan fácil de olvidar
Más bien como un hábito que uno siempre puede romper y sin embargo
Me he acostumbrado al rastro
De algo en el aire
Acostumbrado a su cara