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I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face
by Rex Harrison

Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune that
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 independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again
And yet
I've grown accustomed to her look
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face

I can see her now, Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill
In a wretched little flat above a store
I can see her now, not a penny in the till
And a bill collector beating at the door

She'll try to teach the things I taught her
And end up selling flowers instead
Begging for her bread and water
While her husband has his breakfast in bed.

In a year, or so, when she's prematurely grey
And the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk
She'll come home, and lo, he'll have upped and run away
With a social-climbing heiress from New York

Poor Eliza. How simply frightful
How humiliating! How delightful
How poignant it'll be on that inevitable night
When she hammers on my door in tears and rags

Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite
Will I take her in or hurl her to the walls
Give her kindness or the treatment she deserves
Will I take her back or throw the baggage out

But I'm a most forgiving man
The sort who never could, ever would
Take a position and staunchly never budge
A most forgiving man

But, I shall never take her back
If she were even crawling on her knees
Let her promise to atone
Let her shiver, let her moan
I'll slam the door and let the hell-cat freeze

But I'm so used to hear her say
Good morning everyday
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
One can always break
And yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air
Accustomed to her face

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Alan Jay Lerner, Frederick Loewe

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