I sit twirling my hair,
Dreaming in the checkout line.
When I see a couple there,
I can get so doey-eyed.

I envision out to me and I feel love butterflies, butterflies,
Well sometimes my heart skips a beat,
When I think of love divine.

Oh dear diary, wish I knew what life’s got in store for me,
Oh dear diary, every flower needs that honey bee.

I wait for the number four when I get off work at nine,
Turn the key open my door, crank the radio and cry.

Oh dear diary , wish I knew what life’s got in store for me,
Oh dear diary, every flower needs that honey bee.

Where’s the sun to my rain drop, please appear on and on and on and ..
Where’s the only I want, to call me dear?

My dear, my dear, my dear, dear diary
Dear diary wish I knew what life’s got in store for me,
Oh dear diary, every flower needs that honey bee,
dear diary, dear diary.