《Grizabella， the Glamour Cat》歌词

[00:00:00] Grizabella, the Glamour Cat - The Theatreland Chorus

[00:00:01] Written by：Lloyd Webber/Eliot

[00:00:26] She haunted many a low resort

[00:00:32] Near the grimy road of Tottenham court

[00:00:39] She flitted about the no man's land

[00:00:45] From the rising sun to the friend at hand

[00:00:52] And the postman sighed as he scratched his head

[00:00:59] You really had thought she ought to be dead

[00:01:05] And who would ever suppose that that

[00:01:16] Was Grizabella the glamour cat

[00:01:24] Grizabella the glamour cat

[00:01:30] Grizabella the glamour cat

[00:01:37] Who would ever suppose that that

[00:01:47] Was Grizabella the glamour cat

[00:02:35] Midnight not a sound from the pavement

[00:02:42] Has the moon lost her memory

[00:02:47] She is smiling alone

[00:02:52] In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet

[00:03:01] And the wind begins to moan