Grizabella, The Glamour Cat
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 have thought she'd 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
Grizabella, The Glamour CatLRC歌词
[00:39.480]Remark the cat
[00:43.450]Who hesitates towards you
[00:50.150]In the light of the door
[00:55.270]Which opens on her like a grin
[01:05.700]You see the border of her coat is torn
[01:12.129]And stained with sand
[01:17.760]And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin
[01:38.280]She haunted many a low resort
[01:44.489]Near the grimy road of Tottenham Court
[01:50.650]She flitted about the no man's land
[01:57.080]From The Rising Sun to The Friend at Hand
[02:03.239]And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
[02:09.319]You‘d really have thought she'd ought to be dead
[02:15.699]And who would ever suppose that that
[02:26.060]Was Grizabella the Glamour cat
[02:33.750]Grizabella the Glamour cat
[02:39.129]Grizabella the Glamour cat
[02:45.729]Who’d have ever supposed that that
[02:55.530]Was Grizabella the Glamour cat
