A Whiter Shade Of Pale — Doro

We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels cross the floor I was felling 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 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 's no reason And the truth is plain to see,But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be

Oneof sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might just as well 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

And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her fare at first just ghostly Turned A Whiter Shade Of Pale

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