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