With so much technology for communicating around it's easy to keep in touch with people but with all this comes a physical seperation and we end up not seeing each other as much.
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Story behind the song
I used to check my messages way too much.
Lyrics
Message Manager Lady
I call her I’d say about three times a day
She’ll always say the same thing
Who did I miss? Was it you, Kate or Chris?
I’m just waiting for this thing to ring
And bring me closer to love
She’s my pre-recorded mama and she’s programmed to please
It ain’t her fault you never call me
You won’t leave me a message with a howdy baby
All’s I gots is a message manager lady
Mailing letters through a wire they can get there pretty quick
Just one click of a switch and it’s there
Now my love is on file in some distant database
to erase when you no longer care
So I sit and I wait and I stare
at this information screen yes it's cold and it’s mean
and it just ain’t sexy to me
You won’t leave me a message with a howdy baby
All’s I gots is a message manager lady
Then a mad scientist said, “come here and try this
machine it can chat and drink tea”
I gave it a try. It could make hours fly
So I missed the phone when you called me
Now it’s back to my old ami
She’s my pre-recorded mama…