We skipped the light fandangonTurned cartwheels 'cross the floornI was feeling kinda seasicknBut the crowd called out for morenThe room was humming hardernAs the ceiling flew awaynWhen we called out for another drinknAnd the waiter brought a traynnAnd so it was that laternAs the miller told his talenThat her face, at first just ghostly,nTurned a whiter shade of palennYou know, she said there is no reasonnAnd the truth is plain to seenBut I wandered through my playing cardsnAnd I would not let her benOne of sixteen vestal virginsnWho were leaving for the coastnAnd although my eyes were opennThey might have just as well been closednnAnd so it was that laternAs that miller told his talenThat her face, at first just ghostly,nTurned a whiter shade of palennAnd so it was laternAs the miller told his talenThat her face, that her face, just so ghostly,nTurned a whiter shade of palennAnd so it was, was that laternAs the miller told his talenThat her face, at first just ghostly,nTurned a whiter shade of palen