A Whiter Shade of Pale / The Box Tops We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels cross the floor I was feeling kind of seasick The crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for 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 Sh..
