A
WHITER SHADE OF PALE
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 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 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 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... |