Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Rules, artist - Dua Lipa. Date of issue: 23.11.2017
Song language: English
New Rules |
| Wrote it down and read it out, hopin' it would save me |
| Too many times, too many times |
| My love, he makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else |
| But my love, he doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself |
| One: Don’t pick up the phone |
| You know he’s only callin' 'cause he’s drunk and alone |
| Two: Don’t let him in |
| You’ll have to kick him out again |
| Three: Don’t be his friend |
| You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning |
| And if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin' over him |
| I got new rules, I count 'em |
| I got new rules, I count 'em |
| I gotta tell them to myself |
| I got new, I got new |
| I gotta tell them to myself |
| I keep pushin' forwards, but he keeps pullin' me backwards |
| Nowhere to turn |
| , no way) |
| Nowhere to turn |
| , no) |
| Now I’m standin' back from it, I finally see the pattern |
| (I never learn, I never learn) |
| But my love, he doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself |
| I do, I do, I do |
| One: Don’t pick up the phone |
| You know he’s only callin' 'cause he’s drunk and alone |
| Two: Don’t let him in |
| You’ll have to kick him out again |
| Three: Don’t be his friend |
| You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning |
| And if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin' over him |
| I got new rules, I count 'em |
| I got new rules, I count 'em |
| I gotta tell them to myself |
| I got new, I got new |
| I gotta tell them to myself |
| Practice makes perfect |
| I’m still tryna learn it by heart ( |
| I got new rules, I count 'em |
| Eat, sleep, and breathe it |
| Rehearse and repeat it, 'cause I… ( |
| I got new… |
| One: Don’t pick up the phone (yeah) |
| You know he’s only callin' 'cause he’s drunk and alone (alone) |
| Two: Don’t let him in (uh-ooh) |
| You’ll have to kick him out again (again) |
| Three: Don’t be his friend |
| You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning |
| And if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin' over him |
| I got new rules, I count 'em |
| I got new rules, I count 'em |
| I gotta tell them to myself |
| Whoa-ooh, whoa-ooh, whoa |
| I-I-I-I-I-I gotta tell them to myself |
| Don’t let him in, don’t let him in |
| Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t… |
| Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend |
| Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t… |
| Don’t let him in, don’t let him in |
| Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t… |
| Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend |
| Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t… |
| You’re gettin' over him |