Sheryl Crow - The Book Lyrics
I read your bookAnd I find it strangeThat I know that girl and I know her worldA little too wellAnd I didnt knowBy giving my handThat I would be written down, sliced around, passed downAmong strangers handsThree days in romeWhere do we goIll always rememberThree days in romeNever againWould I see your faceYou carry a pen and a paper and no time and no words you wasteOh youre a voyeurThe worst kind of thiefTo take what happened to usTo write down everthing that went on between you and meThree days in romeAnd I stand aloneIll always rememberThree days in romeAnd what do I getDo I get revengeWhile you lay it all outWithout any doubtOf how this would endSometimes it goesSometimes we comeTo learn by mistake that the love you once madeCant be undoneThree days in romeI laid my heart outI laid my soul downIll always rememberThree days in rome