I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face

[Intro]
Cmaj7sus2 G Cmaj7sus2 G
 
[Verse 1]
           Cmaj7sus2           G    Cmaj7sus2
I've grown accustomed to her face
Am7            Dm7             A7(b13)  D7sus2  G
    She almost makes the day begin
             B7sus2/F#       B7
I've grown accustomed to the tune
    A7sus/E            A7
She whistles night and noon
    Dm7          A7(b13)
Her smiles, her frowns
    D7sus2    G7
Her ups, her downs
 
[Verse 2]
           Cmaj7sus2    G    Cmaj7sus2
Are second nature to me now
Am7               Dm7               A7(b13)  D7sus2  G
   Like breathing out and breathing in
        B7sus2/F#    B7           A7sus/E        A7
I was serenely independent and content before we met
G7sus2/D        G7             A#dim/E        A7(b13)
Surely, I could always be that way again, and yet
             F#dim           G#/F
I've grown accustomed to her look
  A7sus/E          A7(b13)
Accustomed to her voice
  D7sus2   G      Cmaj7sus2 G Cmaj7sus2
Accustomed to her face
 
[Interlude]
Am7  Dm7  A7(b13)  D7sus2  G
 
[Bridge]
            B7sus2/F#         B7
I guess I'm used to hear her say
       A7sus/E        A7
"Good morning" every day
    Dm7       A7(b13)
Her joys, her woes
    D7sus2      G7
Her highs, her lows
 
[Verse 3]
               Cmaj7sus2     G    Cmaj7sus2
They're second nature to me now
Am7               Dm7            A7(b13)  D7sus2  G
   Like breathing out, breathing in
         B7sus2/F#         B7
I'm very grateful she's a woman
       A7sus/E    A7
And so easy to forget
G7sus2/D        G7          A#dim/E            A7(b13)
Rather like a habit one can always break, and yet
 
[Verse 4]
             F#dim           G#/F
I've grown accustomed to the trace
   A7sus/E          A7(b13)
Of something in the air
  D7sus2   G      Cmaj7sus2  G  Cmaj7sus2
Accustomed to her face
 
G  Cmaj7sus2