โหลดเพลง mp3 Whiter Shade Of Pale - Matt Belsante

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels cross 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 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
That I wander through my playing cards and would not
Let it be one of the dixteen virgins
Who are leaving for the coast and although my eyes were open
And might just as well 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 a whiter

Shade of pale