Paper Roses
Anita Bryant
Paper Roses
-Anita Bryant
I realize 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 lover for me
I thought that you would be a perfect lover her
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 lover for me.
Like your imitation lover for me.