A Whiter Shade Of Pale
We skipped the light fandangoTurned cartwheels 'cross the floorI was feeling kinda seasickBut the crowd called out for moreThe room was humming harderAs the ceiling flew awayWhen we called out for another drinkThe waitress brought a tray
And so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face, at first so ghostly,Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, 'There is no reasonAnd the truth is plain to see.'But I wandered why my playing cardsAnd would not let her beOne of sixteen vestal virginsWho were leaving for the coastAnd although my eyes were wide openThey might have just as well've been closed
And so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face, at first so ghostly,Turned a whiter shade of pale...