A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango Turning cartwheels across the floor I was feeling kind of seasick When the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away And we called out for another drink And the waiter brought a tray And so we watched and waited As the mirror told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Boy, it was a whiter shade of pale He said there is no reason And the truth is plain to see That I wandered through my playing cards Would just not let, let her be One of 16 vestal virgins Who are leaving now for the coast And although my eyes was open They might have just as well have been closed And so we must have waited as she went along As the mirror told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Oh, it was just a whiter shade of pale