Testo di 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-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?)