| 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 |
| And so it was.... |
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