Paper Roses - Marie Osmond
I realize the ways 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 seemed to me.
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 real those roses seemed to me.
But they're only, Imitation,
Like your imitation love for me.
