Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped a light fandangle, turned some cartwheels across the floor 
I was feelin' kinda seasick, when the crowd called out for more 
The room was humming harder, and the ceiling flew away 
When I called out for another drink, or the waiter brought a tray 
And so it was, later when the Miller told his tale 
That her face at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter, shade of pale