Diary

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

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 disconcertedness

Wouldn’t you know it?
She wouldn’t show it
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 sweet things I can find

I found her diary underneath the tree
And started reading about me
The words began to stick and tears flow
Her meaning now is clear to see

And though she tried to hide
The love that she denied
The love she’d waited for
Was someone else, not me

(Wouldn’t you know it?) Not me
(She wouldn’t show it)
(Wouldn’t you know it?)
(She wouldn’t show it) Somebody else, not me
(Wouldn’t you know it?)
(She wouldn’t show it)

And as I go through my life
I wish for her, his wife
All the sweet things she can find
All the sweet things they can find

I found her diary underneath a tree
Wouldn’t you know it?