06. Grizabella, The Glamour Cat Lyrics

Remark the Cat who hesitates towards you
In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin
You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand
And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin

She haunted many a low resort
Near the grimy road of Tottenham Court
She fitted about the No Man's Land
From, The Rising Sun, to The Friends at Hand
And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
You really ha'thought she'd ought to be dead
And who would ever suppose that THAT
Was Grizabella, the Glamour Cat

Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Who would ever suppose that that
Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat?

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