Album : Cats
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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 had 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
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 had 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