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We skipped the light fandango |
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And turned cartwheels across the floor |
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Yeah, I was feeling kind of seasick |
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But the crowd called out for more, yeah, oh yeah |
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And the room was humming harder |
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And as the ceiling flew away |
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We called out for another drink, oh yeah |
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The waiter brought the tray |
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And so it was that later, yeah |
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As the miller told his tale |
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That her face at first just ghostly |
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Turned a whiter shade of pale |
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She said there is no reason |
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And the truth is plain to see |
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But I wandered through my playing cards |
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And I would not let her be, oh, oh yeah |
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One of sixteen vestal virgins |
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Who were leaving for the coast |
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And oh, and my eyes were open |
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They might just as well have been closed |
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And so it was that later, oh |
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As the miller told his tale |
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That her face at first just ghostly |
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Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah |
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Oh, and so it was, yeah, oh later |
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The miller told his tale |
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Yeah her face was kinda ghostly |
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Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah |
