PAPER ROSES
- Anita Byant / Marie Osmond -
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
CHORUS:
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 seem 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.
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Like your imitation love for...me....
