There once lived a boy with a painted forehead
He took a stroll through the haunted forest
Wanting to find the enchanted castle
Afraid of his fate and the creepy crawlies
It's not a, it not a, a fairy tale
Dance with the wild
You're a child, your imagination
Run with the wind
You're a king of your own creation
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairy tale
Meanwhile back in the misty meadow
He found the path from an eloquent sparrow
Afraid of his fate and the creepy crawlies
Takes out his brush, paints a different story
It's not a, It's not a, a fairy tale
So dance whewe you're wild
Be a child in your creation
Fly through the wind
You're the king of imagination
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairy tale
Dence whewe you're wild
Be a child in your own creation
Fly through the wind
You're the king of imagination
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairy tale
So dance where you're wild, you're a child
Your imagination
Run with the wind
You're the king of imagination
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairy tale