The Iron Maiden Songtext

She walks on through the nightHer circumstances slightAre only helping her to failAnd though she feels she's rightShe tries with all her mightAnd makes the deepest peril paleOh, but she is unrealOh, but she doesn't feelOh, but she is unreal She chooses who to loveAnd then unlike a doveShe takes the laughter from their smileShe wears a velvet gloveHer friends may find it roughIt is a gauntlet all the whileOh, but she is unrealOh, but she doesn't feelOh, but she is unreal