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
 So we called out for another drink
 The waiter brought a tray
 And so it was that later
 As the miller told his tale
 Now her face, at first just ghostly
 Turned a whiter shade of pale
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 He said there is no reason
 And the truth is plain to see
 But I wandered through my playing cards
 Would not let her be
 One of the sixteen vestal virgins
 Who were leaving for the coast
 And although my eyes were open
 They just might as well be 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