Paper Roses - Connie Smith

I realized 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 you 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 they’re only imitation like you imitation love for me