Marie Osmond - Paper Roses 1973 <br /> <br />I realized the way <br />your eyes deceived me <br />with tender looks <br />that I mistook for love <br /> <br />So take away the flowers <br />that you gave me <br />And send the kind <br />that you remind me of <br /> <br />Paper Roses, Paper Roses <br />Oh how real those roses seem to be <br />But they're only imitation, <br />Like your imitation love for me <br /> <br />I thought that you would be <br />a perfect lover <br />You seemed so full of sweetness <br />at the start <br /> <br />But like a big red rose <br />that's made of paper <br />There isn't any sweetness <br />in your heart <br /> <br />Paper Roses, Paper Roses <br />Oh how real those roses seem to be <br />But they're only imitation, <br />Like your imitation love for me
