Tennis

Lyrics for Tennis

Daddy's home for the first time in weeks Got the dinner on the table, tell the kids it’s time to eat And I made my baby's favourite but he didn't seem to care I just tell myself he’s jet lagged and I'm glad to have him here Then you showed me a photo on Instagram It was how you grabbed your phone back right out of my hands So I read your text, and now I regret it I can't get my head 'round how you've been playing tennis If it was just sex, I wouldn't be jealous You won't play with me and who's Madeline I need to be alone, so I took myself to bed I got a lot of information now I can’t even process So I wrote a little email and I told you what I saw Then you came up to the bedroom and you made it all my fault But you moved the goalposts, you’ve broken the rules I tried to accommodate but you took me for a fool So I read your text, and now I regret it I can't get my head ’round how you've been playing tennis If it was just sex I wouldn't be jealous You won't play with me and who the fuck is Madeline Da, da-da, da-da, who’s Madeline? (Who's Madeline?) Da, da-da, da-da, who's Madeline? (Who's Madeline?) Da, da-da, da-da, who's Madeline? (Who's Madeline?) Da, da-da, da-da, who's Madeline No, but who is Madeline, actually