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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 humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter pulled a trick
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face had first just gone to sleep
Then turned a whiter shade of pale
She said there is no reason
But the truth is plain to see
But I wondered if my playing cards
Would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the car
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 had first just gone to sleep
Then turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face had first just gone to sleep
Then turned a whiter shade of pale