azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

dua lipa - new ruies {intial talk 80s rules remix} lyrics

Loading...

talkin’ in my sleep at night, makin’ myself crazy
(out of my mind, out of my mind)
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 n0body else, n0body 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 have to kick him out again
three: don’t be his friend
you know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin’
and if you’re under him, you ain’t gеttin’ over him
i got new rules; i count ‘еm
i got new rules; i count ’em
i gotta, tell them to myself
i gotta, i gotta, 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 (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 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 gotta, i gotta, 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
rehe+rs+ and repeat it, ’cause i
(i got new, i got new, i…)

one: don’t pick up the phone
you know he’s only callin’
’cause he’s drunk and alone (yeah, alone)
two: don’t let him in
you have to kick him out again (oh, ooh)
three: don’t be his friend (again)
you know you’re gonna wake up
in his bed in the mornin’ (bed in the mornin’)
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
(whoa+ooh, whoa, whoa)
i gotta tell them to myself
i, i, i, 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 gettin’ over him



- dua lipa lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...