I found her diary underneath the tree and started reading about me
The words she'd written took me by surprise You'd never read them in her eyes.
She said that she had found the love she'd waited for
Wouldn't you know it? She wouldn't show it
Then she, confronted with the writing there, simply pretended not to care
I passed it off as just in keeping with her total disconcerting air.
And though she tried to hide the love that she denied
Wouldn't you know it? She wouldn't show it.
And as I go through my life
I will give to her, my wife
All the sweet things I can find.
I found her diary underneath the tree and started reading about me
The words began to stick, then tears to fall. Her meaning now was clear to see
The love she'd waited for was someone else, not me.
Wouldn't you know it? She wouldn't show it.
And as I go through my life
I will wish for her, his wife
All the sweet things she can find
All the sweet things she can find.