No paper roses in my room but you'll find dried roses between pages of several books that i have - that when you open them, the aroma that permeates the air reminds you of the scent of mga santong dasalan (statues of saints).
Right outside my window is a rosal (gardenia?) bush with flowers abloom all-year round, their fragrance slightly camouflaging the stench of my cigarette smoke.
Paper Roses
Words & Music by Janice Torre & Fred Spielman, 1955
Recorded by Anita Bryant, 1960 (#5); also by Marie Osmond, 1973 (#5)
G Am7 G G/F# D
I re - a - lize the way your eyes deceived me,
D7 Am7 D7 Cdim G
With tender looks that I mistook for love.
G G/F# Em Bm7-5 C C/B Am7 Am7/G
So take away the flowers that you gave me
D Am7 D7 Cdim G Am7 G
And send the kind that you remind me of.
Refrain:
G7 C C/B Am7 Am7/G G G/F# Em
Paper ro - ses, paper ro - ses;
G/B C C/B Am7 G
Oh how real those roses seem to be.
G7 C C/B Am7 Am7/G G G/F# Em
But they're on - ly im - i - ta - tion,
G/B Am7 Am7/G D7 D9 G
Like your im - i - ta - tion love for me.
G Am7 G G/F# D
I thought that you would be a perfect lover;
D7 Am7 D7 Cdim G
You seemed so full of sweetness at the start.
G G/F# Em Bm7-5 C C/B Am7 Am7/G
But like a big red rose that's made of pa - per,
D Am7 D7 Cdim G Am7 G
There isn't any sweetness in your heart.
Repeat Refrain:
Coda:
G/B Am7 Am7/G D7 D9 G
Like your im - i - ta - tion love for me.