A Whiter 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 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 that later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale She said there is no reason And the truth is plain to see But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be one of the sixteen vestal virgins Who are 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