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GRIZABELLA: THE
GLAMOUR CAT
Remark the cat who hesitates towards you
In the light of the door in which opens on her like a girn
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 have thought she'd aught to be dead
And who would ever suppose 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?
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