A Whiter Shade Of Pale

Eurythmics /Michael Bolton

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 
You 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 
I'm one of the sixteen virgins 
Who are leaving for the coast 
And although my eyes were open 
They might just as well been closed 
A whiter shade of pale 
Turned a whiter shade of pale 
A whiter shade of pale 
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