Remark the cat who
hesitates toward 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 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