(Janice Torre/ Fred Spielman)


I realize the way your eyes deceive me
Within the looks that I mistook for love
So take away the flowers that you gave me
And send the kind that you remind me of

Chorus:
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 seem 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

Repeat Chorus 2X