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.