You really couldn't pick up the phone? Ugh, fine. You were always such a busy bitch ... The Voicemail is an erotic joyride centered around you and I. You are my boyfriend, and you know what I get up to while you are at work. Hell, you know what I get up to in our OWN bed while you're AT HOME. But now I'm starting to realise things aren't as they originally seemed. I thought you were okay with our little arrangement where I just get some side dick .. but I think you might be a little gay, honestly. You know what .. there's nothing wrong with that .. at all.