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We skipped the fandango
And turned cartwheels across the
Yeah, I was feeling kind of
But the called out for more, yeah, oh yeah
And the was humming harder
And as the ceiling flew
We called out for another drink, oh
The waiter the tray

And so it was that later,
As the miller told his
That her at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of

She said is no reason
And the truth is to see
But I through my playing cards
And I would not let her be, oh, oh
One of vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the
And oh, and my eyes were
They might just as well have closed

And so it was later, oh
As the miller his tale
That her face at just ghostly
Turned a whiter of pale, oh yeah

Oh, and so it was, yeah, oh
The miller his tale
Yeah her face was kinda
a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah