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