Track byAmeritz Audio Karaoke
We skipped the light fandango, Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor, I was feeling kind of sea-sick, And the crowd called out for more, And the room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away, When we called out for another drink But 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. You said there is no reason And the truth is plain to see, But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be. And one of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast, And although my eyes were open They might just as well be 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 later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale. A whiter shade of pale, Turned a whiter shade of pale, Turned a whiter shade of pale.