A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kinda 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 have just as well 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 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