A Whiter Shade of Pale-侧田

　　We skipped the light Fandango

　　Turned cartwheels across 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 brought 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

　　But the truth is plain to see

　　But I wandered through my playing cards

　　And would not let her be

　　One of sixteen vestal virgins

　　Who were leaving for the coast

　　And although my eyes were open

　　They might just as well have 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