Gloria Estefan

I´ve grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I´ve grown accustomed to the tune
He whistles night and noon

His smiles, his frowns, his ups, his downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in

I was serenely independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again and yet
I´ve grown accustomed to his looks, accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face

I´ve grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I´ve gotten used to hear him say
Good morning everyday

His joys, his woes, his highs, his lows
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out, breathing in

I´m very glad he´s a man 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 his face.