It was unusual to hear from her that way Nobody sends letters these days In fact, he don't think he'd seen her write at all Since they sat together at secondary school She wrote, I'm sorry I misbehaved I'm sorry I took the toaster and the microwave And the rent I owe from May You'll have to wait a month or two Before I can pay But, ooh, there was nothing in the letter There was nothing in the letter To say he shouldn't try And get her back Upon his sofa Bring her tea and toast And anything she's after He misses watching Sopranos DVD's With her sleepy head resting On his knees But, ooh, there was nothing in the letter There was nothing in the letter To say he shouldn't try And get her back She gave him a heart-attack They need to set a date To get her stuff back There's a return address So maybe hope And there's something in between The lines she wrote But, ooh, there was something in the letter There was something in the letter To say he should try