Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale
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We
skipped a 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
That
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.
And
so it was later,
As
the miller told his tale,
That
her face at first just ghostly,
Turned
a whiter shade of pale.
