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
 And 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 I would not let her be, oh
 One of 16 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 that later
 As the miller told his tale
 Ooh, that her face, at first just ghostly
 Turned a whiter shade of pale
 Turned a whiter shade of pale
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 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