'A Whiter Shade Of Pale' (originally by Procol Harum)
We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick The crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away So we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray
And so it was baby As the miller told his tale How her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale
He said, there is no reason And the truth is plain to see And I wandered through my playing cards Would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Leaving for the coast And although my eyes were wide open, girl They just might as well be closed
And so it was baby As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was baby As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale