A Whiter Shade of Pale

Intro :                      We skipped the light fandango       And turned cartwheels across 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 have been closed Refrain