We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
When the crowd called out for more
And the room was hummin’ harder
As the ceiling flew away
And when we called out for another drink
But the waiter brought a tray

And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale.

You said: "There is no reason,
And the truth is plain to see."
But I wandered through my playin’ 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 later
As the miller told his tale

Turned a whiter shade of pale.
A whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade of pale

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