Dua Lipa: New Rules

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New Rules You'll have to kick him out again

Dua Lipa Three: Don't be his friend


(One, one, one, one, one, one) 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
Talkin' in my sleep at night, makin' myself crazy
(Out of my mind, out of my mind) I got new rules, I count 'em
Wrote it down and read it out, hopin' it would save me I got new rules, I count 'em
(Too many times, too many times) I gotta tell them to myself
I got new rules, I count 'em
I gotta tell them to myself
My love, he makes me feel like nobody else
Nobody else
But my love, he doesn't love me so I tell myself Practice makes perfect
I tell myself I'm still tryna' learn it by heart
(I got new rules, I count 'em)
Eat, sleep and breathe it
One: Don't pick up the phone Rehearse and repeat it, 'cause I
You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone (I got new, I got new, I got new)
Two: Don't let him in
You'll have to kick him out again
Three: Don't be his friend One: Don't pick up the phone
You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone
And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him Two: Don't let him in
You'll have to kick him out again
Three: Don't be his friend
I got new rules, I count 'em You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
I got new rules, I count 'em And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him
I gotta tell them to myself
I got new rules, I count 'em
I gotta tell them to myself I got new rules, I count 'em
I got new rules, I count 'em
I gotta tell them to myself
I keep pushin' forwards, but he keeps pullin' me backwards I got new rules, I count 'em
(No way to turn) no way (Baby, you know I count 'em)
(No way to turn) no I gotta tell them to myself
Now I'm standing 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 Don't let him in, don't let him in
I tell myself Don't, don't, don't, don't
I do, I do, I do 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
One: Don't pick up the phone Don't, don't, don't, don't
You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Don't be his friend, don't be his friend Don't, don't, don't You gettin' over him
Two: Don't let him in

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