You're fucked up I think you're fucked up again Yeah it's late, but you're awake You're fucking 'round with your girlfriends "I don't have a problem!" You just did this Saturday I think you've lost your mind Alone with a box of wine and Madeline One drink down A couple more to go Her friendly face pops into place As you start your show Conversations, admiration All the things you love Three is company And you can't get enough of Madeline Looks like you're on top again Madeline No one seems to care! Madeline You'll never need a new girlfriend I think you've lost your mind Alone with a box of wine and Madeline Just woke up Just woke up at noon Yeah it's late (yeah it's late!) But it's okay You don't have that much to do FaceTime Abi, shower sadly Grab a bite to eat Think of what comes next And never go to sleep with Madeline Looks like you're on top again Madeline No one seems to care! Madeline You'll never need a new girlfriend I think you've lost your mind Alone with a box of wine and Madeline I think you've lost your mind Alone with a box of wine and Madeline