Gordon MacRae
앨범 : Capitol Records From The Vaults: "The Best Of '56"

I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns
Her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independant
And content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again
And yet I've grown to her looks
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns
Her ups, her downs
I've grown accustomed to her face
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns
Her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independant
And content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again
And yet I've grown to her looks
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face