A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light Fandango

Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feeling kind of 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 trayAnd so it was that later

As the Miller told his tale

That her face, at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of paleShe said there is no reason

And the truth is plain to see

But I wandered through my playing cards

And I would not let her be

One of the sixteen vestal virgins

Who were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open

They might just as well've been closedAnd so it was that later

As the Miller told his tale

That her face, at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale