Striptease, Lap, Pole Dance - A Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light that ain't gold Some car wheels crossed the floor I was feeling kind of seasick The crowd called out for more And the room was hurting harder As the ceiling flew away And when we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray And so it was later As the mirror told me stay That a 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 wandered through my blinders And would not let it be One of sixty endless convergence Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might just as well have been closed And so it was later As the mirror told me stay That a face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on And so it was later As the mirror told me stay That a face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale A whiter shade of pale