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A Whiter Shade Of Pale - Wess

We skipped the light fandango

It turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feeling kind of seasick

The crowd called out for more

The room was hummin' harder

As the ceiling flew away

When we called outfor another drink

The waiter brought a tray

And so it was later

As the Miller told this tale

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

That I wonder through my playin' cards

Would not let her be

One of sixteen vestal virgins

Were leaving for the coast

I don't know my eyes were open

They might just as well been closed

And so it was later

As the miller told this tale

That her face at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale