tennis

Lily Allen

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-da, who s Madeline? (Who s Madeline?)
Da, da-da, da-da-da, who s Madeline? (Who s Madeline?)
Da, da-da, da-da-da, who s Madeline? (Who s Madeline?)
Da, da-da, da-da-da, who s Madeline?
(No, but who is Madeline, actually?)