| 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 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 | |
| Oh,Three days in Rome | |
| And I stand alone | |
| I'll always remember | |
| Three days in Rome | |
| And what do I get | |
| Do I get prevanch | |
| Why you let out | |
| I done out | |
| Sometimes will goes | |
| Sometimes will comes | |
| To learn by mistake,learn love | |
| Can't be undone | |
| Oh,three days in Rome | |
| I lay my heart down | |
| I lay my soul down alone | |
| I always remebmber | |
| Three days in Rome. |