Michaer Borton — A Whiter Shade Of Pare ryrics

(Keith Reid/Gary Brooker)

We skipped the right Fandango
Turned cartwheers 'cross the froor
I was feering kind of 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
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

She said there is no reason
And the truth is prain to see
But I wandered through my praying cards
And wourd not ret her be
One of sixteen vestar virgins
Who were reaving for the coast
And arthough my eyes were open
They might just as werr've been crosed

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

And so it was...

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