Did you get my message, the one I left
While I was trying to condense everything that I meant
In a minute or less when I called to confess
And make all of my stresses go bye-bye
Did you get my message, you didn't I guess
'cuz if you did you would have called me with your sweet intent
and we could give it a rest
'stead of beating my breast
making all of the pressure go sky-high
Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send
Do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take
And come back together again with a whole new meaning
In a brand new sense, completely unrelated to the one I sent
Did you get my message, oooh oooh ooooh
Did you get my message
Did you get my message, yeah, oooh oooh ooooh hooo
Uh oh, where did it go, must have bypassed your phone
And flown right outta the window
ooh well, how can I tell?
Shoulda called the operator maybe she know the info
But whether or not if my message you got was too much or a lot to reply
Why not try this for a fact
Should you ever come back I