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
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 Explain Request ×
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