I found her diary underneath the tree.
I 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.

Then she confronted with her writing there.
SImply pretended not to care.
I passed it off as just in keeping with.
Her total disconcerted way.
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 the 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 give to her his wife.
All the sweet things she can find.
All the sweet things they can find