Remark the cat
Who hesitates towards you
In the light of the dawn
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'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 have ever supposed
That that
Was Grizabella
The Glamour Cat?

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