A whiter shade of pale (with waylon jennings) de Willie Nelson

We skipped the light fandango
and turned cartwheels cross the floor
i was feeling kind of seasick
but 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 brough a tray
and so it was that 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
for the truth is plain to see
but i wondered why
my playing cards
just would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
were leaving for the coast
although both my eyes were wide open
they might just have well been closed
and so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face
at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale