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?)