Grizabella: The Glamour Cat

Grizabella, The Glamour Cat lyrics
Songwriters: Eliot, T S; Lloyd-Webber, Andrew;

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 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?