Paper rosesanita bryant/marie osmondi realize the way your eyes deceived mewith tender looks that i mistook for loveso take away the flowers that you gave meand send the kind that you remind me ofpaper roses paper rosesoh how real those roses seem to bebut they're only imitationlike your imitation love for mei thought that you would be a perfect loveryou seemed so full of sweetness at the startbut like a big red rose that's made of paperthere isn't any sweetness in your heartpaper roses paper rosesoh how real those roses seem to bebut they're only imitationlike your imitation love for melike your imitation love for me