A Whiter Shade Of Pale
We skipped the light Fandango
- We skipped the light Fandango
- Turned cartwheels across the floor
- I was feeling kind of seasick
- 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 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
- 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 have been closed
- 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
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If only i could sing as well as you do, then maybe I could be less disappointed in my life