Grizabella: the Glamour Cat

GRIZABELLA:
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.

DEMETER:
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 really had thought she ought to be dead
And who would ever suppose that THAT
Was Grizabella, the Glamour Cat!"

BOMBALURINA:
Grizabella, the Glamour Cat

BOMBALURINA, DEMETER:
Grizabella, the Glamour Cat

CHORUS:
Who would ever suppose that THAT
Was Grizabella, the Glamour Cat