Geff Harrison
Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale
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We skipped the light fandangoTurned cartwheels 'cross the floorI was feeling kinda seasickThe crowd called out for moreThe room was humming harderAs the ceiling flew awayWhen we called out for another drinkThe waiter brought a tray
And so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face, at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of pale
She said "there is no reason"And the truth is plain to seeBut I wandered through my playing cardsWould not let her beOne of sixteen vestal virginsWho were leaving for the coastAnd although my eyes were openThey might have just as well've been closed
And so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face, at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was that later
