Dean Martin Feat. Chris Botti все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

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, her ups and 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