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.