Anita Bryant/Marie Osmond

 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 be
 But they're 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 they're only imitation
 Like your imitation love for me
 Like your imitation love for me