I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face
Rex Harrison Lyrics

Damn, damn, damn, damn
This feeling is frustrating and I'm mad at myself.

I've grown accustomed to her face
I'm used to her presence and it's become a normal part of my life.

She almost makes the day begin
She's a big part of my life and it wouldn't be the same without her.

I've grown accustomed to the tune
I have gotten used to hearing the sound of her voice or her whistling.

She whistles night and noon
Even when things are good or bad, she still sings or whistles throughout the day.

Her smiles, her frowns
I'm familiar with her emotions, she doesn't surprise me anymore.

Her ups, her downs
I'm used to her moods, her highs and lows.

Are second nature to me now
I've gotten used to it and it comes naturally to me.

Like breathing out and breathing in
She's become a fundamental part of my life, just like breathing.

I was serenely independent and content before we met
I was fine without her and lived my life just fine.

Surely, I could always be that way again
I think I could go back to that life without her.

And yet
But, something has changed and I don't want to leave this life behind.

I've grown accustomed to her looks
I'm used to seeing her, how she looks and it doesn't affect me much anymore.

Accustomed to her voice
I've gotten used to the sound of her voice and I recognize it everywhere.

Accustomed to her face
I'm used to her presence and seeing her smile at me.

"Marry Freddy"
The idea of Eliza marrying Freddy is ridiculous and doesn't make sense.

What an infantile idea
Marrying Freddy seems incredibly childish to me.

What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do
I think Eliza would be making a mistake to marry Freddy and I don't think he deserves her.

But she'll regret it, she'll regret it
I think Eliza will realize that marrying Freddy is a bad idea and she'll regret it later.

It's doomed before they even take the vow
I don't think their marriage will work out, it's already starting off on the wrong foot.

I can see her now, Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill
I can picture what her life would be like if she marries Freddy.

In a wretched little flat above a store
She would be living in a small, cramped, and unhappy place.

I can see her now, not a penny in the till
She would be poor and struggling to make ends meet.

And a bill collector beating at the door
She would have debts that she can't pay and people would be harassing her for payments.

She'll try to teach the things I taught her
She'll try to teach others what I taught her but it probably won't work out how she wants it to.

And end up selling flowers instead
She'll probably end up back where she started, selling flowers for a living.

Begging for her bread and water
She would be so poor that she would have to beg for the basic necessities of life.

While her husband has his breakfast in bed, ha
Her husband would be living a life of luxury, while Eliza is struggling.

In a year or so, when she's prematurely grey
I think that the stress of this lifestyle would age Eliza quickly.

And the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk
Her skin will have lost its color and she won't be as youthful as she used to be.

She'll come home, and lo, he'll have upped and run away
Freddy will have abandoned her and left her alone to deal with the mess.

With a social-climbing heiress from New York, ha
He will have left her for someone richer and more successful than her.

Poor Eliza, how simply frightful
I pity Eliza for putting herself in this position.

How humiliating, how delightful
It's sad what's happening to her, but it's also satisfying in a strange way.

How poignant it'll be on that inevitable night
It will be a sad and emotional experience for Eliza when she comes back to me.

When she hammers on my door in tears and rags
I can envision her coming back to me heartbroken and in need of help.

Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite
She'll have gone through a lot and will be in a bad emotional state.

Will I take her in or hurl her to the wolves?
I'm not sure what I will do when she comes back to me.

Give her kindness or the treatment she deserves?
I have to decide if I want to help her out or leave her to deal with the consequences.

Will I take her back or throw the baggage out?
I'm still undecided on what to do with her.

I'm a most forgiving man
I'm known for being a forgiving and understanding person.

The sort who never could, ever would
I would never hold a grudge or seek revenge on someone.

Take a position and staunchly never budge
I believe in being flexible and open-minded about things.

Just a most forgiving man
Forgiveness is important to me and I'm always willing to give second chances.

But, I will never take her back
I've made up my mind that I won't allow her back into my life.

If she were crawling on her knees
Even if she begs, I won't take her back.

Let her promise to atone
Even if she apologizes and makes promises, I still won't take her back.

Let her shiver, let her moan
Even if she's cold or in pain, I still won't let her back into my life.

I will slam the door and let the hellcat freeze
I won't have any mercy on her and will let her suffer the consequences of her poor decisions.

"Marry Freddy," ha
The idea of her marrying Freddy seems even more ridiculous and out of reach now.

But I'm so used to hear her say
I'm so used to hearing Eliza talk and interact with me.

Good morning everyday
I'm used to waking up and hearing her voice every morning.

Her joys, her woes
I'm familiar with her emotional states and how she is feeling.

Her highs, her lows
I'm familiar with how she is feeling when things are going well and when they aren't.

Are second nature to me now
I'm used to her emotions being around me all the time.

Like breathing out and breathing in
Her emotions have become a fundamental part of my life, just like breathing.

I'm very grateful she's a woman
I'm glad to have her in my life.

And so easy to forget
But, I could forget about her if I needed to.

Rather like a habit
It's like we've gotten into a routine and it's become normal for us.

One can always break, and yet
But, I could easily break out of this routine if I needed to.

I've grown accustomed to the trace
I'm used to sensing her presence and it's become a normal thing to feel.

Of something in the air
I can sense her presence even when she's not physically near me.

Accustomed to her face
I'm used to being around her and seeing her.