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