We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels across the
floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But 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 is no reason,
And the truth is plain to
see"
But I wandered through my
playing cards
And would not let her
be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well have 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
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