Текст Sammy Davis Jr. – I’ve Grown Accustomed To Her Face

You see, I’ve grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes my day begin
I’ve grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon

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’ve gotten used to hear her say
«Good morning» ev’ry day
Her joys, her woes
Her highs, her lows
I’ve grown accustomed to her face

I’m very grateful she’s a woman
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 her face