Did You Get My Message? sing and play along

Did you get my message, the one I left?

Well, I was trying to condense ev'rything that I meant in a minute or less when I called to confess and make all of my stresses go byebye.

Did you get my message?

You didn't, I guess, 'cause if you did,

you would've called me with your sweet intent.

And we could give it a rest instead of beating our breasts and 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 and a brandnew sense,

completely unrelated to the one I sent?

Did you get my message?

Ooh. Oh, did you get my message?

Oh, did you get my message?

Yeah, ooh, hoo.

Uhoh! Where did it go?

Must've bypassed your phone and flown right out of the window.

Oh well, how can I tell?

Should I call the opera tor?

maybe she knows the info or whether or not if my message you got was too much or a lot to reply.

Why not try this for a fact (well,

should you ever call back), I'd relax and be relieved of all my panic attacks.

Ah, ooh.

Ah, ooh.

Well, did you

So, dddddo you now?

Arr, ddo do do ddo.

Arr, ddodoooh.

Oh, did you get my message,

the one I left?

Well, I was trying to condense ev'rything that I meant.

Now, the moment has passed.

(Not much sand in the glass.)

And I'm standing to lose my mind.

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 to the matter of our love's defense?

At least be sympathetic to the time I've spent.

Did you get my message?

Ooh. Oh, did you get my message?

Oh, did you get my message?

Yeah, ooh, hoo.

Did you get my message?

Ooh. Did you get my message?

Ooh. Did you get my message,

love, that I want to reconnect with you,

my love.

Did you get my message now?

So, why don't you answer the phone?