Paper Roses - Marie Osmond
I realize the ways your eyes deceived me
- 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.
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