Diary

I found her diary underneath a tree
 And started reading about me
 The words she'd written took me by surprise
 You'd never read them in her eyes
 They said that she had found
 The love she'd waited for
 Wouldn't you know it?
 She wouldn't show it
 When 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 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 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 they can find