Paroles de Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels cross the floor I was feeling kind of seasick The crowd called out for more The room was hummin' harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray, so 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 As I wander through my playing cards I could not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leavin' for the coast And although my eyes were open They might just as well have been closed