Letra de 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?)

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