G     Am7  G7   C       C9   C  G/B Am7
I've grown accustomed to her face 
  Cdim   Dm7        G7  Dm7  G7
She almost makes my day begin
    Edim   F        Em      Gdim            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
  Edim   C       C9   C  G/B Am7
Are second nature to me now
   Cdim     Dm7           G7   Dm7 G7
Like breathing out and breathing in
        F  Dm7      Cdim  B7    C   Em7     A
I was serenely    independent and content before we met
Dm7    F     G7    Bm5-/7    E7   Fdim    Fm
Surely I could always  be that way again and yet
    Fdim    D7      Fm
I've grown accustomed to her looks 
   C   Em7   Gdim       Dm7  Am7 D7/9   G7   C
Accustomed to her voice, accustomed    to  her face
G     Am7  G7 C         C9   C  G/B Am7
I've grown accustomed to her face,  
 Cdim       Dm7        G7   Dm7  G7
She al - most makes the day begin
    Edim    F         Em       Gdim      Dm7
I've gotten used to hear her say "Good Morning" every day
  F       Em      Dm7       G
Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows
  Edim   C       C9   C  G/B Am7
Are second nature to me now
   Cdim     Dm7           G7   Dm7 G7
Like breathing out and breathing in
      F      Dm7      Cdim  B7    C  Em7   A
I'm very grateful she's a woman, and so easy to forget
Dm7    F      G7   Bm5-/7    E7   Fdim    Fm
Rather like a habit  one can always break and yet
    Fdim    D7       Fm
I've grown accustomed to the trace 
  C     Em7    Gdim      Dm7  Am7 D7/9   G7   C
Of something in the air, accustomed  to  her face