| I found her diary underneath the tree,
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| And started reading about me.
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| The words she’d written took me by surprise,
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| You’d never read them in her eyes.
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| Wouldn’t you know it,
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| She wouldn’t show it.
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| When she confronted with the writing there,
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| Simply pretended not to care.
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| I passed it off as just in keeping with,
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| Her total disconcerting air.
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| Wouldn’t you know it,
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| She wouldn’t show it.
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| And as I go through my life,
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| I will give to her, my wife,
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| All the sweet things I can find.
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| I found her diary underneath the tree,
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| And started reading about me.
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| The words began to stick and tears to flow,
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| Her meaning now was clear to see.
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| And though she tried to hide,
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| The love that she denied.
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| The love she’d waited for,
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| Was someone else not me.
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| Wouldn’t you know it,(not me)
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| She wouldn’t show it.
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| Wouldn’t you know it,(somebody else not me)
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| She wouldn’t show it.
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| And as I go through my life,
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| I will wish for her, his wife,
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| All the sweet things she can find.
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| All the sweet things they can find.
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| I found her diary underneath the tree,
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| Wouldn’t you know it… |