Paper
Roses
Anita Bryant / Marie
Osmond
I realize the way your eyes deceive 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 realize the way your eyes deceive 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
Like your imitation love for me
