Percy Sledge — Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango Turnin' cartwheels across the floor I was feeling kind of seasick When the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling blew away And we called out for another drink And the waiter brought a tray And so we watched the waiter As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Oh it was a whiter shade of pale He said there is no reason And the truth is plain to see But I wandered through my playing cards Would just not let, let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving now for the coast And although my eyes was wide open They might as just as well been closed And so we watched the waiter as she went along As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Went [?] just a whiter shade of pale