Grizabella: The Glamour Cat 가사

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 Twists 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 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'd have ever supposed that that Was Grizabella, the glamour cat?