[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