Grizabella, The Glamour Cat (From "Cats") Lyrics
Stephanie Lawrence - Grizabella, The Glamour Cat (From "Cats")
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'd ought to be dead
And who would ever suppose that that
Was Grizabella the glamour cat
And who would ever suppose that that
Was Grizabella the glamour cat
Ah Grizabella oh glamour cat