Paroles de la chanson Tennis par Lily Allen
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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
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
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, who's Madeline? (Who's Madeline?)
Da, da-da, da-da, who's Madeline? (Who's Madeline?)
Da, da-da, da-da, who's Madeline? (Who's Madeline?)
Da, da-da, da-da, who's Madeline? (No, but who is Madeline, actually?)
Da, da-da, da-da, who's Madeline? (Who's Madeline?)
Da, da-da, da-da, who's Madeline? (Who's Madeline?)
Da, da-da, da-da, who's Madeline? (Who's Madeline?)
Da, da-da, da-da, who's Madeline? (No, but who is Madeline, actually?)
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