The Book Lyrics by Sheryl Crow

The Book Lyrics

    I read your book
    And I find it strange
    That I know that girl and I know her world
    A little too well
    And 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 words you waste
    You're a voyeur
    The worst kind of thief
    To take what happened
    To write down everything that went on
    Between you and me

    Three days in Rome
    And I stand alone
    I'll always remember
    Three days in Rome

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