Marie Osmond - Paper Roses 1973

Marie Osmond - Paper Roses 1973

I realized 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 real those roses seem to be
But they're only imitation,
Like your imitation love for me