| Remark the cat who hesitates toward you
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| In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin
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| You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand
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| And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin
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| She haunted many a low resort
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| Near the grimy road of Tottenham Court
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| She flitted about the No Man’s Land
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| From «The Rising Sun"to «The Friend at Hand»
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| And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
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| «You'd really had thought she ought to be dead»
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| And who would ever suppose that
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| That was Grizabella, the glamour cat
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| Grizabella, the glamour cat, Grizabella, the glamour cat
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| And who would ever suppose that
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| That was Grizabella, the glamour cat |