dua lipa - new rules (piano acoustic) [live] lyrics
[verse 1]
talkin’ in my sleep at night, makin’ myself crazy
wrote it down and read it out, hopin’ it would save me
my love, he makes me feel like n-body else, n-body else
but my love, he doesn’t love me, so i tell myself, i tell myself
[pre-chorus]
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
[chorus]
i got new rules, i count ’em
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself
[verse 2]
i keep pushin’ forwards, but he keeps pullin’ me backwards
now i’m standin’ back from it, i finally see the pattern
but my love, he doesn’t love me, so i tell myself, i tell myself
i do, i do, i do
[pre-chorus]
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
[chorus]
i got new rules, i count ’em
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself
[bridge]
practice makes perfect
i’m still tryna learn it by heart
eat, sleep, and breathe it
rehe-rs- and repeat it, ’cause i…
[pre-chorus]
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
[chorus]
i got new rules, i count ’em
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself
(don’t let him in, don’t let him in – don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t…)
i got new rules, i count ’em
(don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend – don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t…)
i gotta tell them to myself
(don’t let him in, don’t let him in – don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t…)
i got new rules, i count ’em
(don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend – don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t…)
i gotta tell them to myself
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