A Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheels across the floor

I was feeling kind of seasick

Crowd called out for more

The room was humming harder

As the ceiling flew away

When we called out for another drink

The waiter brought the tray

And so it was a little later

That the miller told his tale

And her face, at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

You said, "There is no reason

But the truth is plain to see"

As I wander through my playing cards

Could not let her be

One of sixteen Vestal Virgins

That were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open

They might just as well have been closed

And so it was a little later

That the miller told his tale

And her face, at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was a little later

As the miller told his tale

That her face, at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale