PUHDYS - A WHITER SHADE OF PALE Lyrics

We skipped the light fandangoTurned cartwheels 'cross the floorI was feeling kind of seasickThe crowd called out for moreThe room was humming harderAs the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drinkThe waiter brought a tray And so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of paleShe said: "There is no reasonAnd the truth is plain to see"But I wandered through my playing cardsAnd would not let her beOne of sixteen vestal virginsWho were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were openedThey might just as well be closedAnd so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of pale