Whiter Shade Of Pale by Black Label Society
We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels across the floor
Yeah, I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more, yeah, oh yeah
And the room was humming harder
And as the ceiling flew away
We called out for another drink, oh yeah
The waiter brought the tray
And so it was that later, yeah
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
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