A whiter shade of pale

We skipped a 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
The waiter 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"
But I wandered through my playing cards
Would not let her be one of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well 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

And so it was that later