A Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango

And turned cartwheels

cross the floor

I was feeling kind of seasick

But the crowd called out

for more

The room was humming harder

And the ceiling flew away

When we called out

for another drink

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 sixteen vestal virgins

Who were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open

They might just have

well 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