Dean Martin

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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    Bm7-5     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 almost 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   Bm7-5     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.