| We tripped the light Fandango
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| And turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
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| I was feeling kind of seasick
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| But the crowd called out for more
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| The room was humming harder
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| As the ceiling flew away
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| When we called out for another drink
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| The waiter brought a tray
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| So it was that later
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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 playin' cards
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| And would not let her be
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| One of sixteen vestal virgins
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| Who were leaving for the coast
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| And although my eyes were open
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| They might have just as well have been closed
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| So it was that later
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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, «I'm here on a shore leave;
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| Though we were miles at sea»
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| I pointed out this detail
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| And forced her to agree
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| Saying, «You must be the mermaid
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| Who took King Neptune for a ride»
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| And she smiled at me so sweetly
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| That my anger straightway died
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| And so it was that later
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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 |