Paper roses paper roses
oh how real those roses seem to be
But they're only imitation
like your imitation love for me
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
Ramble on, ramble on
When your ramblin' days are gone
Who will love you with a love true
When your ramblin' days are gone
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why I want you, heaven knows
Though I love you with a love true
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?