A Whiter Shade of Pale
We skipped the light FandangoTurned cartwheels 'cross the floorI was feeling kind of seasickBut the crowd called out for moreThe room was humming harderAs the ceiling flew awayWhen we called out for another drinkThe waiter brought a tray
And so it was laterAs the Miller told his taleThat her face, at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of pale
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She said there is no reasonAnd the truth is plain to seeBut I wandered through my playing cardsAnd would not let her beOne of sixteen vestal virginsWho were leaving for the coastAnd although my eyes were openThey might just as well've been closed
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And so it was that laterAs the Miller told his taleThat her face, at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of pale, turned a whiter shade of paleTurned a whiter shade of pale, turned a whiter shade of pale