A Wither Shade of Pale
We skipped the light fandango
- 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 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 they would not let her be
- One of sixteen vestal virgins
- Who were leaving for the coast
- And although my eyes were open wide
- They might have just as well 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
- 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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nice