We skipped the light fandango, Turned some cartwheels across the floor, I was feeling kind of seasick, When the crowd called out for more, The room was humming harder, And the ceiling flew away, When I called out for another drink, The waiter brought a tray, And so it was later, When the miller told this tale, That her face at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale...❤⚘ dança comigo?