Andrew Lloyd Webber - Grizabella, The Glamour Cat lyrics
[Andrew Lloyd Webber - Grizabella, The Glamour Cat lyrics]
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'd really had thought she
Ought to be dead"
And who would ever suppose that
That was Grizabella, the glamor cat
Grizabella, the glamor cat, Grizabella
The glamor cat
And who would ever suppose that
That was Grizabella, the glamor cat
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 glamor cat
Grizabella, the glamor cat, Grizabella
The glamor cat
And who would ever suppose that
That was Grizabella, the glamor cat