Remark the cat who hesitates toward you
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In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin
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You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand
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And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin
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She haunted many a low resort
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Near the grimy road of Tottenham Court
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She flitted about the No Man's Land
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From "The Rising Sun" to "The Friend at Hand"
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And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
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"You'd really had thought she ought to be dead"
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And who would ever suppose that
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That was Grizabella, the glamour cat
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Grizabella, the glamour cat, Grizabella, the glamour cat
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And who would ever suppose that
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That was Grizabella, the glamour cat
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Grizabella, The Glamour Cat
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| Andrew Lloyd Webber |
