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 texts, 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, That I can’t even process, So I wrote a little email, And I told you what I saw, And 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 texts, 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, da-da. Who’s Madeline? Who’s Madeline? Da da-da, da-da, da-da. Who’s Madeline? Who’s Madeline? Da da-da, da-da, da-da. Who’s Madeline? Who’s Madeline? Da da-da, da-da, da-da. Who’s Madeline? Who’s Madeline? But who is Madeline, actually?