White Shade Of Pale

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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 brought a tray

And so it was 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 it be
I'm one of the sixteen vestal virgins
Who are leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open

They might just as well've been closed
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was that later

Composición: Garry Brooker / Keith Reid · ¿Ese no es el compositor? Avísanos.
Enviada por Luciano, Legendado por Berdao
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