I found a diary underneath a tree
And started reading about me
The words he'd written took me by surprise
You'd never read them in his eyes
They said that he had found
The love he'd waited for
Wouldn't you know it?
He wouldn't show it
And when confronted with the writing there
Simply pretended not to care
I passed it off as just in keeping with
His total disconcerting air
And though he tried to hide
The love that he denied
Wouldn't you know it?
He wouldn't show it
And as I go through my life
I will give him, as his wife
All the sweet things, I can find
I found a diary underneath a tree
And started reading about me
The words began to stick and tears to flow
His meaning now was clear to see
The love he'd waited for
Was someone else, not me
Wouldn't you know it?
He wouldn't show it
And as I go through my life
I will wish for her, his wife
All the sweet things that he gives
All the sweet things they can live "