A WHITER SHADE OF PALE |
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We skipped the light Fandango |
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor |
I was feeling kind of 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 |
The waiter brought a tray |
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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 |
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She said there is no reason |
And the truth is plain to see |
But I wandered through my playing cards |
And would not let her be |
One of sixteen vestal virgins |
Who were leaving for the coast |
And although my eyes were open |
They might just as well've been closed |
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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 |
And so it was.... |