Karaoké Whiter Shade of Pale Michael Bolton

We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feeling kind of seasick

But the crowd called out for more

The room was humming harder

And 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 is no reason

Mmh and the truth is plain to see

But I wandered through my playing cards

And would not let her be, oh

One of sixteen vestal virgins who were leaving for the coast

And then all my eyes were open

They might just as well've been closed

And so it was that later as the miller told his tale, mmh that her face at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

Turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was that later as the miller told his tale

Mmh, that her face at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale