A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light Fandango.        Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor      I was feeling kind of seasick.          But the 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 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 as well've 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