We skipped a light fandango,<br>
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor.<br>
I was feeling kind of seasick,<br>
But the crowd called out for more.<br>
The room was humming harder,<br>
As the ceiling flew away.<br>
When we called out for another drink,<br>
The waiter brought a tray.<br>
<br>
And so it was that later,<br>
As the miller told his tale,<br>
That her face at first just ghostly,<br>
Turned a whiter shade of pale.<br>
<br>
She said there is no reason,<br>
And the truth is plain to see<br>
That I wandered through my playing cards,<br>
And would not let her be<br>
One of sixteen vestal virgins<br>
Who were leaving for the coast.<br>
And although my eyes were open,<br>
They might just as well have been closed.<br>
<br>
And so it was later,<br>
As the miller told his tale,<br>
That her face at first just ghostly,<br>
Turned a whiter shade of pale.<br>
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