Paper Roses Anita Bryant (#5 in 1960), Marie Osmond (#5 in 1973)

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.

 
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.
   Chorus
 
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. 
Chorus