Johny Rivers / Annie Lennox

A whiter shade of pale

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick 
The crowd called out for more 
And the room was hummin' harder
As the ceiling flew away 
And when we called outfor 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 wander through my playin' cards
Would not let him be
One of the sixteen virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well 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.
A whiter shade of pale 
Turned a whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade of pale