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