A WHITER SHADE OF PALE - Procol Harum

We skipped a light fandango,
turn cart wheel ‘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 water brought a tray,
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

She said there is no reason
and the truth is plain to see
That I wandered through my playing cards,
And would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgin
Who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
They might just as well have been closed,
and so it was later
As the miller told his tale that her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale