I suppose this doesn't please you?
Nor that, nor this, nor that?
The world isn't round enough,
That dress makes you look fat.

"What's got your knickers all a-twist,"
We ask ourselves each day.
You're nasty to the waitstaff even tho 'tis I who pay.

Inimical reception,
Disregarding contraception.
What's the matter now, Adeline?

What's the matter now, Adeline, Adeline?
What's the matter now, Lemon Pie?

The cabbage isn't cool and crisp,
The water should be wetter.
Why didn't I call you hours ago,
Why can't I do it better?

You don't appreciate the disrespect implied by my restraint.
You're tired of all these emails,
You prefer direct exchange.

Inamorata,
I think you gotta simmer your derange.
Hey, what's the matter now, Adeline?

Adeline,
"Be chill," imploreth yon swain.
Adeline,
A countess must not complain.

We can all share the wine.
We can laugh and dance and frivol til content!
It's easy as pie to dance a lively jig and not lament.

Adeline,
No need for fervent debate!
Adeline,
Let us lance the pustules of dismay.

Tub up, recline!
Temper yonder pint and handy med!
It's spooning time,
So rinse your wounds and soon return to bed.

Well, what's the matter now, Adeline, Adeline?
What currently has got you all a-huff?

You tilt your nose disdainfully and scowl at my brunettes!
What tempts us not yet gets us hot may pilfer our regrets.

You tipple oft in sawdust pubs then storm out in a rage.
You're on vacation twice a month, yet seek a higher wage.

You should see how much she drinks!
Somehow she hardly never stinks.
What the hell's the matter now, Adeline?