The Book

Sheryl Crow

Sheryl Crow

I read your book and I find it strange
That I know that girl and I know her world a little too well
I didn't know by giving my hand
That I would be written down, sliced around, passed down among strangers' hands

Three days in Rome, where do we go?
I'll always remember, three days in Rome

Never again would I see your face
You carry a pen and a paper and no time and no words, you waste
Oh, you're a voyeur, the worst kind of thief
To take what happened to us, to write down everything that went on between you and me

Oh, three days in Rome and I stand alone
I'll always remember, three days in Rome

And what do I get, do I get revenge
While you laid it all, without any doubt of how this would end
Sometimes it goes, sometimes we come
To learn by mistake that the love you once made can't be undone

Oh, three days in Rome, I laid my heart out, I laid my soul down
I'll always remember, three days in Rome

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