Sitting here writing a letter On a Saturday afternoon But it don't make me feel any better It don't make me closer to you When I sit back and I think about us I think about all your promises rust Collect dust, on the shelf Or can you see that you already think of yourself There's nothing we could of done Too bring back The way it was (ahhhhhh) There's nothing we could of done Too bring back And we could not call it love (ahhhhhh) No we could not call it love Hope your new boy's good for you Kissing good night with a devilish grin You're gonna kiss him the way you kissed me Don't you know I'll fall in love again There's nothing we could of done Too bring back The way it was (ahhhhhh) There's nothing we could of done Too bring back And we could not call it love (ahhhhhh) No we could not call it love No we could not call it love No we could not call it love