There was a girl
There was a boy
If they had met they might
have found a world of joy
But he lived on the
morning side of the mountain
And she lived on the
twilight side of the hill

Marie, why don’t you sing us your first record.

Alrighty, this is for you.

Paper roses
Paper roses
Oh how real those roses seem to be
But their only imitation
Like your imitation love for me

That’s why I’m leaving it all up to you
You decide what your gonna do
Now do you want my love
Or are we through