Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango And turned cartwheels across the floor Yeah, I was feeling kind of seasick But the crowd called out for more, yeah, oh yeah And the room was humming harder And as the ceiling flew away We called out for another drink, oh yeah The waiter brought the tray And so it was that later, yeah 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 I would not let her be, oh, oh yeah One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And oh, and my eyes were open They might just as well have been closed And so it was that later, oh As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah Oh, and so it was, yeah, oh later The miller told his tale Yeah, her face was kinda ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah