I found her diary underneath a tree   And started reading all 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 I can find      I found her diary underneath a tree   And started reading all about me   The words began to stick and tears to flow   Her meaning now was clear to see      The love she waited for   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 she can find   All the sweet things they can find