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Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
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, her downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent
And content before we met
Surely I can always be that way again
And yet, I've grown accustomed to her looks
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face
Marry Freddy
What an infantile idea
What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do
But she'll regret it
She'll regret it
It's doomed before they even take the vow
I can see her now
Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill
In a wretched little flat above a store
I can see her now
Not a penny in the till
And a bill collector beating at the door
She'll try to teach the things I taught her
And end up selling flowers instead
Begging for her bread and water
While her husband has his breakfast in bed
In a year or so
When she's prematurely gray
And the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk
She'll come home and lo
He'll have upped and run away
With a social climbing heiress from New York
Poor Eliza
How simply frightful
How humiliating
How delightful
How poignant it will be
On that inevitable night
When she hammers on my door
In tears and rags
Miserable and lonely
Repentant and contrite
Will I let her in or hurl her to the wolves?
Show her kindness or the treatment she deserves?
Will I take her back or throw the baggage out?
I'm a most forgiving man
The sort who never could
Ever would
Take her position and staunchly never budge
Just a most forgiving man
But I shall never take her back!
If she were crawling on her knees
Let her shiver. let her moan
Let her promise to atone
I will slam the door
And let the hellcat freeze!
Marry Freddy
Ha!
But I'm so used to hear her say
"Good morning" every day
Her joys, her woes
Her highs, her lows
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I'm very grateful she's a woman
And so easy to forget
Rather like a habit
One can always break
And yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air
Accustomed to her face