Tennis Paroles

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 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?