Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda 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
And 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
Lyrics: A Whiter Shade of Pale
Songwriters: KEITH REID, GARY BROOKER
A Whiter Shade Of Pale lyrics © T.R.O. INC.
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