'I realise 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.'
Anita Bryant - Paper Roses, 1960
songwriters: Sasha Skarbek and James Milne Walsh