Songtexte:
Martin Dean I Ve Grown Accustomed To Her Face

I've grown accustomed to her face She almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon Her smiles, her frowns,

I've grown accustomed to her face She almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon Her smiles, her frowns,

: I've grown accustomed to her face She almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon Her smiles, her frowns

I've grown accustomed to her face She almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon Her smiles, her frowns