See me step into the ring Shining like a frantic star Whirling round my scarf Gosh the clown falls from a dreadful height Take a photograph Blimey he's all right Never thought I'd see the day When the boy who ran away Pointed back into my eyes With all his multicoloured spies Life is a Grimm tale sometimes. Scream at the top of your voice (Holler and shout) Your days are numbered Well you never know how many left you got 'Cause you probably haven't really got a lot. Princess, will you merry me? Shine the spotlight on her please Tearing off the roof Little Miss Khoo is walking on the wire Take a photograph How we do admire Strangers that we barely meet Buried deep beneath the street Fall in love with deadly charms And fall to die here in my arms Life is a Grimm tale sometimes. Scream at the top of your voice (Holler and shout) Your days are numbered Well you never know how many left you got 'Cause you probably haven't really got a lot. Do you want to come inside the tent? Prohibited by the government And watch your painted girls and boys Join in the overwhelming noise... Scream at the top of your voice (Holler and shout) Your days are numbered Well you never know how many left you got 'Cause you probably haven't really got a lot. Life can be a Grimm tale It makes you wail and shake Your head from side to side ... It's all part of the ride.