A Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
The crowd called out for more
But the room was hummin' harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
And 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

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 just as well've been closed

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

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

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