A Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink But the waiter brought a tray And so it was later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale You you said There is no reason And the truth is plain to see Yeah but I wandered through my playing cards And I would not And I would not let it be I want one of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might They might have just as what had been closed And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale Turned a whiter whiter shade Turned a whiter shade Turned a whiter whiter whiter shade Turned a whiter shade of pale Turned a whiter shade of pale