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 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 had 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 would ever suppose that that was Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Lyrics for "Grizabella", a medley which includes portions of "Memory" (midi not available)
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
Silence - not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Every street lamp seems to beat
a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Memory - all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Grizabella, The Glamour Cat Video
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