조카커
We skipped the
light fandango
Turned cartwheels
cross the floor
I was feeling
kind of seasick
The crowd called
out for more
The room was
humming harder
As the ceiling
flew a way
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
She said there
is no reason
And the truth is
plain to see
But I wander through
my playing cards
And would not
let it be one of the
sixteen vestal virgins
who are 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
And so it was later
As the miller
told his tale
that her face at
first just ghostly
turned A Whiter
Shade Of Pale