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Tennis

de 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?)

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