Saturday night
It's getting late
I called your phone
And it went straight to voicemail
To voicemail
One or two things, that cross my mind
You must be sleeping or running wild with some other guy
Straight to voicemail
If it is what I think it is
Go have your fun, baby
If you did, what I think you did
I hope it was worth it in the long run
In the long run
In the long run
I do my best
To keep you satisfied
Listen to your problems baby
Buy you whatever you like
Straight to voicemail
I don't understand
And I dont know why
Girl I need some answers
But I can't get no reply
Straight to voicemail, oh baby
If it is what I think it is
Go have your fun, baby
If you did, what I think you did
I hope it was worth it in the long run
In the long run
I hope you thought bout it baby
In the long run
I hope you thought bout it baby
In the long run
I hope you thought bout it baby
In the long run
I hope you thought bout it baby
In the long run
I hope you thought bout it baby
I hope you thought bout it baby