Grizabella: The Glamour Cat

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 flitted about the no-man's land
From The Rising Sun to The Friend At Hand
And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
'You'd really have thought she 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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