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A Whiter Shade Of Me

A Whiter Shade Of Me

'We skipped the light fandango, turning cartwheels
across the floor, I was feeling kind of seasick ....'
do you remember - no you don't, because you weren't there,
as I went through my playing cards, life was set fair.

Not always good because my daddy took the T-bird away,
we were sitting in the back seat waving so they say,
there was that house in New Orleans, mother was a tailor,
they told me I'd survive, according to Gloria Gaynor.

The Byrds tried to wow me, said play a song for me,
the hash turned everything into a distant memory,
must have all been fun, fun, fun according to Brian,
Wilson the castaway sat in breakers giving a try-on.

Nothing could match it, the mystique and throbbing beat,
you had to leave the kitchen if you couldn't stand the heat.  

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Jim "The Lad" ....

hi Terry! sounds like an "Unchained Melody" love those songs!................Jim

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Terry Reeves

Hi Jim,
Yeah - where did they all go?
Love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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