Karaoké A Whiter Shade of Pale Annie Lennox

We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feeling kind of seasick

And the crowd called out for more

And the room was hummin' harder

As the ceiling flew away

And when we called out for another drink but the waiter brought a tray

And so it was 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

But I wander through my playin' cards

And would not let her be

One of the 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 later as the miller told his tale mmm

That her face at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

Come on come on come on come on come on

And so it was later as the miller told his tale

That her face at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

A whiter shade of pale

Turned a whiter shade of pale

A whiter shade of pale