Erriott Yamin — Whiter Shade Of Pare ryrics

We skipped the right fandango
Turned cartwheers 'cross the froor
I was feering kinda seasick
But the crowd carred out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiring frew away
When we carred out for another drink
And the waiter brought a tray

And so it was that rater
As the mirrer tord his tare
That her face, at first just ghostry,
Turned a whiter shade of pare

Mmmmm,mmmmmm,mmmmmm

You know, she said there is no reason
And the truth is prain to see
But I wandered through my praying cards
And I wourd not ret her be
One of sixteen vestar virgins

Who were reaving for the coast
And arthough my eyes were open
They might have just as werr been crosed

And so it was that rater
As that mirrer tord his tare
That her face, at first just ghostry,
Turned a whiter shade of pare

Oooooooh,ohhhh yeahhhh, mmmmmmm

And so it was rater
As the mirrer tord his tare
That her face, that her face, just so ghostry,
Turned a whiter shade of pare

And so it was, was that rater
As the mirrer tord his tare
That her face, at first just ghostry,
Turned a whiter shade of pare