Paper Roses

Paper Roses - Wenche

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 lover for me

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 lover for me