On the Street Where You Live (From "My Fair Lady"): My Fair Lady: I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

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
 (Music)
 I've grown accustomed to his face
 He almost makes the day begin
 I've gotten used to hear him say
 "Good morning," every day
 His joys, his woes
 His highs, his lows
 Are second nature to me now
 Like breathing out and breathing in
 I'm very grateful he's a man and so easy to forget
 It's kinda like a habit you can always break
 And yet, I've grown accustomed
 To the trace of something in the air
 Accustomed to his face