Whiter Shade Of Pale

Elliott Yamin

We skipped the light fandango 
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor 
I was feeling kinda seasick 
But the crowd called out for more 
The room was humming harder 
As the ceiling flew away 
When we called out for another drink 
And 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 

Mmmmm,mmmmmm,mmmmmm

You know, she said there is no reason 
And the truth is plain to see 
But I wandered through my playing cards 
And I 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 been closed 

And so it was that later 
As that miller told his tale 
That her face, at first just ghostly, 
Turned a whiter shade of pale 

Oooooooh,ohhhh yeahhhh, mmmmmmm

And so it was later 
As the miller told his tale 
That her face, that her face, just so ghostly, 
Turned a whiter shade of pale 

And so it was, was that later 
As the miller told his tale 
That her face, at first just ghostly, 
Turned a whiter shade of pale
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