Standard (EADGBE)

  She walks on through the night

  Her circumstances slight

  [G/f#]

Are only helping her to fail

  And though she feels she's right,

  She tries with all her might

  [G/f#]

And makes the deepest peril pale.

 Ch: Oh but she is unreal

  Oh but she doesn't feel

  Oh but she is unreal.

  She chooses who to love

  And then unlike a dove

  [G/f#]

She takes the laughter from their smiles

  She wears a velvet glove

  Her friends may find it rough

  [G/f#]

It is a gauntlet all the while.

 Ch: Oh but she is unreal

  Oh but she doesn't feel

  Oh but she is unreal.