It was unusual to hear from her that waynNobody sends letters these daysnIn fact, he don't think he'd seen her write at allnSince they sat together at secondary schoolnnShe wrote,nI'm sorry I misbehavednI'm sorry I took the toaster and the microwavenAnd the rent I owe from MaynYou'll have to wait a month or two nBefore I can paynnBut, ooh, there was nothing in the letternThere was nothing in the letternTo say he shouldn't trynnAnd get her backnUpon his sofanBring her tea and toastnAnd anything she's afternHe misses watching Sopranos DVD'snWith her sleepy head restingnOn his kneesnnBut, ooh, there was nothing in the letternThere was nothing in the letternTo say he shouldn't trynnAnd get her backnShe gave him a heart-attacknThey need to set a datenTo get her stuff backnThere's a return addressnSo maybe hopenAnd there's something in betweennThe lines she wrotennBut, ooh, there was something in the letternThere was something in the letternTo say he should try