scott bradlee's postmodern jukebox - new rules lyrics
[verse 1]
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 n-body else, n-body else
but my love, he doesn’t love me, so i tell myself, i tell myself
[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
i got new rules, i count ’em
(whoa-ooh)
i got new rules, i count ’em
(whoa-ooh)
i gotta tell them to myself
(whoa-ooh)
i got new rules, i count ’em
(whoa-ooh)
i gotta tell them…
[verse 2]
i keep pushin’ forwards, but he keeps pullin’ me backwards
(nowhere to turn, nowhere to turn)
now i’m standin’ back from it, i finally see the pattern
(i never learned, i never learned)
but my love, he doesn’t love me, so i tell myself, i tell myself
i do, i do, i do
[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
i got new rules, i count ’em
(whoa-ooh)
i got new rules, i count ’em
(whoa-ooh)
i gotta tell them to myself
(whoa-ooh)
i got new rules, i count ’em
(whoa-ooh)
i gotta tell them…
[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
(whoa-ooh)
i got new rules, i count ’em
(whoa-ooh)
i gotta tell them to myself
(whoa-ooh)
i got new rules, i count ’em
(whoa-ooh)
i gotta tell them…
[outro]
don’t let him in, don’t let him in
don’t let him in, don’t let him in
don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
don’t let him in, don’t let him in
don’t let him in, don’t let him in
don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
i got new rules, i count ’em
Random Lyrics
- sara pi - l.o.v.e lyrics
- rewth - seen no demon lyrics
- nord nord muzikk - 666/fff lyrics
- daye lahookz - all i know lyrics
- public enemy - so be it lyrics
- azure the paradox - nothing's the same at midnight lyrics
- komplex - mimes lyrics
- the soft moon - burn lyrics
- 2pac - thug n u thug n me (o.g. version) lyrics
- יהודה פוליקר - romeo - רומיאו - yehuda poliker lyrics