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