A whiter shade of pale

1. [C] We skipped the light fan-[Am] dango
[F] Turned [Am] cartwheels ‘cross the [Dm] floor
[G] I was feeling kind of [Em] seasick
[C] The [Em] crowd called out for [Am] more

[F] And the [Am] room was hummin’ [Dm] harder
[G] As the ceiling flew [Em] away
[C] And when we [Em] called outfor a-[Am] nother drink
[F] But the [Am] waiter brought a [Dm] tray.

Chorus: [G] And so it [C] was [Am] later
[F] As the [Am] miller told his [Dm] tale
[G] That her face at first just [Em] ghostly
Turned a [C] whiter [F] shade of [C] pale [G][C]

2. [C] She said: "There is no [Am] reason
[F] And the [Am] truth is plain to [Dm] see"
[G] But I wander through my [Em] playin’ cards
[C] Would [Em] not let her [Am] be

[F] One of the [Am] sixteen vestal [Dm] virgins
[G] Who were leaving for the [Em] coast
[C] And al-[Em] though my eyes [Am] were open
[F] They might [Am] just as well been [Dm] closed