Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango, turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
 I was feeling kinda 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, a little 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've wondered through my playing cards, would not let her be
 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, a little later, as the miller told his tale
 That her face, at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale
 And so it was, a little later, as the miller told his tale