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