Marie Osmond - Paper roses

I re^Calize the way your eyes Dece^Gived me with tender looks That I mistook for l^Cove

So t^Cake away the flowers That you g^Fave me And se^Gnd the kind That you remind me ^Cof

Paper ro^Fses Pa^Gper ro^Cses Oh, how r^Geal Those roses seem to ^Cbe ^C7 But they're ^Fonly i^Gmita^Ction Like your imit^Gation l^G7ove for ^Cme

I th^Cought that You would be a perfect l^Gover

Sweetness at the s^Ctart

That's made of p^Faper There i^Gsn't any sweetness In your he^Cart ^C7

Paper ro^Fses Pa^Gper ro^Cses Oh, how r^Geal Those roses seem to ^Cbe ^C7 But they're ^Fonly i^Gmita^Ction Like your imit^Gation l^G7ove for ^Cme