paroles de chanson A Whiter Shade of Pale - The Box Tops

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda 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,
A little 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
And the truth is plain to see
That I've wondered through my playing cards,
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,
A little later,
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale.
And so it was,
A little later,
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale.