Sheryl Crow The Book текст песни, слова песни The Book Sheryl Crow
Sheryl Crow - The Book
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 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.
Three days in Rome
And I stand alone
I'll always remember
Three days in Rome.
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