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We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
And the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waitress brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first so 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
Although both my eyes were open
They might just just have well been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
Her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
