White Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kind of seasick The crowd called out for more And the room was hummin' harder As the ceiling flew away And when we called outfor 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 said: "There is no reason, And the truth is plain to see." But I wander through my playin' cards Would not let him be One of the sixteen virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might just as well been closed And so it was later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale. A whiter shade of pale Turned a whiter shade of pale A whiter shade of pale