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'd really had thought she ought to be dead

And who would ever suppose that that was Grizabella the Glamour cat

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Who would ever suppose that that was Grizabella the Glamour cat