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Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor&#13;
I was feeling kinda seasick&#13;
But the crowd called out for more&#13;
The room was humming harder&#13;
As the ceiling flew away&#13;
When we called out for another drink&#13;
And the waiter brought a tray&#13;
&#13;
And so it was that later&#13;
As the miller told his tale&#13;
That her face, at first just ghostly,&#13;
Turned a whiter shade of pale&#13;
&#13;
She said, &quot;There is no reason&#13;
And the truth is plain to see.&quot;&#13;
But I wandered through my playing cards&#13;
And they would not let her be&#13;
One of sixteen vestal virgins&#13;
Who were leaving for the coast&#13;
And although my eyes were open wide&#13;
They might have just as well been closed&#13;
&#13;
And so it was that later&#13;
As the miller told his tale&#13;
That her face, at first just ghostly,&#13;
Turned a whiter shade of pale&#13;
&#13;
She said, &quot;I'm here on a shore leave,&quot;&#13;
Though we were miles at sea.&#13;
I pointed out this detail&#13;
And forced her to agree,&#13;
Saying, &quot;You must be the mermaid&#13;
Who took King Neptune for a ride.&quot;&#13;
And she smiled at me so sweetly&#13;
That my anger straightway died.&#13;
&#13;
And so it was that later&#13;
As the miller told his tale&#13;
That her face, at first just ghostly,&#13;
Turned a whiter shade of pale&#13;
&#13;
If music be the food of love&#13;
Then laughter is it's queen&#13;
And likewise if behind is in front&#13;
Then dirt in truth is clean&#13;
My mouth by then like cardboard&#13;
Seemed to slip straight through my head&#13;
So we crash-dived straightway quickly&#13;
And attacked the ocean bed&#13;
&#13;
And so it was that later&#13;
As the miller told his tale&#13;
That her face, at first just ghostly,&#13;
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