skipped the live pandango
Turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called
out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling cooled away
When we called out for another drink
Yeah, the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later,
as I nev er told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale
Turn the white of the shade of pain
She said there is no reason,
and the truth is plain to see
That I wandered through
my playing cards
An d would not let her be
One of sixteen Vestal Virgins
Who were leavin' for the ghost
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well be closed
And so it was that later
As a miller told his tale
Oh, the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Turn to white earth, shade of pain
Turn to white earth, shade of pain
Turn to white earth, shade of pain
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