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?

No, but who is Madeline, actually?