Paper Roses

(Janice Torre - Fred Spielman)



I realize the way your eyes deceived me

With tender looks that I mistook for love

So throw away the flowers that I sent you

And I'll 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.



--- Instrumental ---



I thought that you would be a perfect lover

You seemed so full of sweetness after 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...