Anita Bryant - Paper Roses

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

Like your imitation love for me