We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
And the crowd called out for more
And the room was hummin' harder
As the ceiling flew away
And 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
She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wander through my playin' cards
And would not let her be
One of the sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well been closed
And so it was later as the miller told his tale mmm
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Come on come on come on come on come on
And so it was later as the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade of pale
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