A Whiter Shade of Pale

We tripped the light Fandango
 And 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
 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 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 have been closed
 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, "I'm here on a shore leave;
 Though we were miles at sea"
 I pointed out this detail
 And forced her to agree,
 Saying, "You must be the mermaid
 Who took King Neptune for a ride"
 And she smiled at me so sweetly
 That my anger straightway died.
 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