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I´ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face

Höfundur lags: Alan Jay Lerner og Frederick Loewe Flytjandi: Dean Martin Sent inn af: kjartansverrisson


[G]I've g[Am7]rown     [G7]ac - c[C]ustomed to her f[C9]ace, [C]    [G/B]    [Am7]    
She [Cdim]almost m[Dm7]akes my day beg[G7]in, [Dm7]    [G7]    
I've [Edim]grown acc[F]ustomed to the [Em]tune she [Gdim]whistles night and n[Dm7]oon,    
Her s[F]miles, her f[Em]rowns, her [Dm7]ups, her d[G]owns
Are[Edim] second n[C]ature to me [C9]now, [C]    [G/B]    [Am7]    
Like [Cdim]breathing [Dm7]out and breathing [G7]in, [Dm7]    [G7]    
I was ser - e[F]ne - ly [Dm7]in - de -[Cdim] pen - dent [B7]and cont[C]ent be[Em7]fore we [A]met  
[Dm7]Surely [F]I could [G7]always[Bm7-5] be that [E7]way ag[Fdim]ain and [Fm]yet,   
I've [Fdim]grown ac - [D7]cus - tomed to her[Fm] looks,
Ac - c[C]us - tomed [Em7]to her [Gdim]voice, ac - [Dm7]cus - t[Am7]omed    [D7/9] to      [G7]her f[C]ace.

[G]I've g[Am7]rown     [G7]ac - c[C]ustomed to her f[C9]ace, [C]    [G/B]    [Am7]    
She[Cdim] al - most m[Dm7]akes the day be[G7]gin, [Dm7]    [G7]    
I've [Edim]gotten us[F]ed to hear her [Em]say "Good [Gdim]Morning" every [Dm7]day,    
Her j[F]oys, her [Em]woes, her h[Dm7]ighs, her l[G]ows  
Are[Edim] second n[C]ature to me [C9]now, [C]    [G/B]    [Am7]    
Like [Cdim]breathing [Dm7]out and breathing [G7]in, [Dm7]    [G7]    
I'm very g[F]rateful [Dm7]she's a w[Cdim]oman,      [B7]and so e[C]asy [Em7]to forg[A]et  
[Dm7]Rather [F]like a h[G7]abit [Bm7-5] one can a[E7]lways [Fdim]break and [Fm]yet   
I've [Fdim]grown ac - [D7]cus - tomed to the t[Fm]race   
Of s[C]omething [Em7]in the[Gdim] air, ac - [Dm7]cus - t[Am7]omed    [D7/9] to      [G7]her f[C]ace.

I've grown ac - customed to her face,
She almost makes my 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 ser - ene - ly in - de - pen - dent and content before we met
Surely I could always[Bm7-5] be that way again and yet,
I've grown ac - cus - tomed to her looks,
Ac - cus - tomed to her voice, ac - cus - tomed to her face.

I've grown ac - customed to her face,
She al - most makes the day begin,
I've gotten used to hear her say "Good Morning" every day,
Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows
Are second nature to me now,
Like breathing out and breathing in,
I'm very grateful she's a woman, and so easy to forget
Rather like a habit [Bm7-5] one can always break and yet
I've grown ac - cus - tomed to the trace
Of something in the air, ac - cus - tomed to her face.

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  • G
  • Am7
  • G7
  • C
  • C9
  • G/B
  • Cdim
  • Dm7
  • Edim
  • F
  • Em
  • Gdim
  • B7
  • Em7
  • A
  • E7
  • Fdim
  • Fm
  • D7
  • D7/9

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