I skipped the
Light fandango
Turned cartwheels
Cross the floor
I was feeling
Kinda seasick
The crowd called out
For more
As the room
Was humming harder
As the ceiling
Flew away
And when we
Called out for
Another drink
But the waiter
Brought a tray
And so it was later
As the miller
Told his tale
And that her face
At first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade
Of pale
He said there is
No reason
And the truth is
Plain to see
But I wandered
Through my playing
Cards and 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 been closed
And so it was later
As the miller
Told his tale
And that her face
At first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade
Of pale
And so it was later
As the miller
Told his tale
That her face
At first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade
Of pale
A whiter shade
Of pale
Turned a whiter shade
Of pale
A whiter shade of pale