A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango
Turning cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
When the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
And we called out for another drink
And the waiter brought a tray

And so we watched and waited
As the mirror told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Boy, it was a whiter shade of pale

He said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
That I wandered through my playing cards
Would just not let, let her be
One of 16 vestal virgins
Who are leaving now for the coast
And although my eyes was open
They might have just as well have been closed

And so we must have waited as she went along
As the mirror told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Oh, it was just a whiter shade of pale



Credits
Writer(s): Keith Reid, Gary Brooker
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