She walks on through the night 
Her circumstances slight 
Are only helping her to fail 
And though she feels she's right 
She tries with all her might 
And makes the deepest peril pale 
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 
She takes the laughter from their smile 
She wears a velvet glove 
Her friends may find it rough 
It is a gauntlet all the while 
Oh, but she is unreal 
Oh, but she doesn't feel 
Oh, but she is unreal