Intro:  (Chords of 3rd line of verse)   F               Em           Dm7     G


Verse
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.


(Musical Interlude – 1st three lines of Verse)

G    Am7   G7   C               C7   C G Am7      D7    Dm7           G7   Dm7   G7
     D#7   F                 Em        D7                Dm7
    F            Em         Dm7     G


(Continue with verse)

      D#7    C            C7  C G Am7       D7        Dm7               G7   Dm7   G7
She’s second nature to me now,         like breathing out and breathing in,
         F        Dm7     C      B7     C    Em7    A
I'm very grateful she's a woman, and so easy to  forget,
Dm7    F      G7     Bm7       E7    F        Fm 
Rather like a habit  one can always break and yet;
     F        D7             Fm
I've grown accustomed to the trace, 
   C         Em7    D7      Dm7   Am7     D7   G7    C         
Or something in the air,  accus – tomed,  to   her   face.