Whiter Shade Of Pale

Michael Bolton - 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

And the room was hummin\' harder

As the ceiling flew away

And 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 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 vestal 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.

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