WHITER SHADE OF PALE

Procul Harum

We skipped the light fan dango, turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feelin' kinda seasick , but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder , as the ceiling flew a way
When we called out for a nother drink , the waiter brought a tray

And so it wa-a-as 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
As I wandered thru 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 opened, they might just as well be closed

And so it wa-a-as that later, as the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale.