Diary

I found her diary underneath a tree

And started reading about me

The words she's written took me by surprise

You'd never read them in her eyes

They said that she had found the love she waited for

Wouldn't you know it?

She wouldn't show it

And when confronted with the writing there

She simply pretended not to care

I passed it off as just in keeping with

Her usual 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 that I can find, ooh

I found her diary underneath a tree

And started reading about me

The words began to stick and tears to flow

Her meaning now was clear to see

The love she'd waited was for 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 that she can find

All the sweet things they can find