We skipped the light Fantago Turned cartwheels across the floor I was feeling kind of seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder And the celing flew away When we calld 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 ther is no reason And the truth is plain to see But I wandered through my playing cards And I would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins who were leaving for the coast And through my eyes were open They might just as we've 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 Turned a whiter shade of pale 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