A Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandangoturned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasickbut the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harderas the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drinkthe waiter brought a tray
And so it was that lateras the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, 'There is no reasonand the truth is plain to see.
'But I wandered through my playing cardsand would not let her beone of sixteen vestal virginswho were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were openthey might have just as well've been closed
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glassand forced her to agreesaying, 'You must be the mermaidwho took Neptune for a ride.'But she smiled at me so sadly
that my anger straightway diedIf music be the food of lovethen laughter is its queenand likewise if behind is in frontthen dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboardseemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quicklyand attacked the ocean bed