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 And the room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink Brought the waiter 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 You, you said, "There is no reason, no And the truth is plain to see" Mhm, yet I wandered through my playing cards And I would not, and I would not let it be I'm one of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might, they might just as well have 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 Uoh, turned a whiter Whiter shade It turned a whiter shade of pale Uoh, turned a whiter, whiter Whiter shade of pale Whiter Whiter Whiter A whiter shade of pale, yeah Mhm Oh, it turned a whiter shade of pale Turned a whiter shade of pale