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?