Art Garfunkel
... moreI've Grown Accustomed to Her Face
Art Garfunkel
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!I've grown accustomed to her faceShe almost makes the day beginI've grown accustomed to the tune thatShe whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frownsHer ups, her downsAre second nature to me nowLike breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent and content before we metSurely I could always be that way againAnd yet I've grown accustomed to her lookAccustomed to her voiceAccustomed to her face
I can see her now, Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill In a wretched little flat above a storeI can see her now, not a penny in the tillAnd a bill collector beating at the door
She'll try to teach the things I taught herAnd end up selling flowers insteadBegging for her bread and waterWhile her husband has his breakfast in bed.
In a year, or so, when she's prematurely greyAnd the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalkShe'll come home, and lo, he'll have upped and run away With a social-climbing heiress from New York
Poor Eliza. How simply frightfu... less
