Paper Roses Marie Osmond
(E)I realized the way your eyes de(B)ceived me, With tender looks that I mistook for (E)love, So take away the flowers that you (A)gave me, And (B)send the kind that you remind me (E)of,
Paper (A)roses, paper (E)roses, Oh, how (B)real those roses seem to [E] be, But they're (A) only imita [E] tion, Like your (A )imitation [B] love for (A)me,
[E] I thought that you would be the perfect [B]lover, You seemed so full of sweetness at the [B] start But like a big red rose that's made of [A] paper, There [B] wasn't any sweetness in your [E]heart,
Paper (A) roses, paper (E) roses, Oh, how [B] real those roses seem to [E] be, But they're [A] only imita [E] tion, Like your [A] imitation [B] love for [E] me.
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