A Whiter Shade of Pale (Procol Harum)

Whiter Shade Of Pale 
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 

CHORUS

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

PERCUSSION

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, oh, oh yeah 
One of sixteen vestal virgins 
Who were leaving for the coast 
And oh, and my eyes were open 
They might just as well have been closed 

CHORUS

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

PERCUSSION

CHORUS

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

Oh, and so it was, yeah, oh later 
The miller told his tale 
Yeah her face was kinda ghostly 
Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah 

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