Gene Watson taught this better than I ever could in his song Paper Rosie. In the song a old woman named Paper Rosie sold paper roses for extra cash, but since they were made of paper she only charged a dime.

"The sun goes down in Calvin county.Neon lights from an old beer sign, shown through the window out on the sidewalk.As I walked in to pass the time;I looked around, sat down at a table.Ordered beef on rye and a glass of wine.And through the door came a little old lady.She was selling paper roses and they only cost a dime.Paper Rosie, Paper Rosie. She sold you Paper Roses. But they only cost a dime"
"Like a breath of spring I could smell the rose.It came alive and I heard her say.Buy my Roses, pretty roses.They're only made of paper.But they only cost a dime." - Gene Watson