A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango

 Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

 I was feeling kinda seasick

 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

 Would not let her be

 One of sixteen vestal virgins

 Who were leaving for the coast

 And although my eyes were open

 They might have just as well've 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