We skipped the light fandango.
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick.
The crowd called out for more
and the room was humming 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.
You said: “There is no reason,
and the truth is plain to see.”
But I wander through my playing cards
would not let him be
one of the sixteen 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
that her face at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale.
Annie Lennox / Procol Harum.
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