New Rules - Dua Lipa, MRK

Talking in my sleep at night

Making myself crazy

Wrote it down and read it out

Hopin' it would save me

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 calling 'cause his 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 getting over him

I got new rules, I count 'em

I got new rules,

(Keep pushing)

I got new rules, I count 'em

I count 'em, I count 'em

I got new rules I count 'em

I gotta tell them to myself

I got new rules I count 'em

You ain’t getting over him

I got new rules I count 'em

I keep pushin' forwards, but he keeps pulling' me backwards

(Nowhere to turn) no way

(Nowhere to turn to) no

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

I tell myself

I do, I do, I do

One, don’t pick up the phone

You know he’s only calling 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 getting over him

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

(Oh, whoa-oh)

(Baby, you know I count 'em)

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 getting over him