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 me!

But their only, imitation,

Like your imitation love for me.

Your pretty lips look warm and so appealing,

They seem to have the sweetness of a rose.

But when you give a kiss there is no feeling,

It's just a stiff and artificial pose.

Paper roses, paper roses,

Oh how real those roses seem to be.

But their 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 their only, imitation,

Like your imitation love for me.

This song was recorded by:

Anita Bryant and Marie Osmond