Paper Roses - Connie Smith
Written by：Fred Spielman/Jimmy Torres
Paper roses paper roses
I realize the way your eyes deceived me with tender looks
That I mistook for love
So take away the flowers that you gave me and send the kind
That you remind me of
Paper roses paper roses oh how real those roses seem to be
But they're only imitation like your imitation love for me
I thought that you would be a perfect lover
You seemed so full of sweetness at the start
But like a big red rose that's made of paper
There isn't any sweetness in your heart
Paper roses paper roses
Oh how beautiful this roses seem to me
But they're only imitation like your imitation love for me
