A whiter shade of pale
- Procol Harum-
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out
for another drink
But the waiter brought a tray
And so it was 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 wander
through my playing cards
And would not let it be
one of the sixteen vestal virgins
who are 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
That her face
at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale