New Rules
Dua Lipa

I've 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 standing back from it 
I finally see the pattern 
(I never learn, I never learn) 
But my love, he doesn't loves 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 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've got new rules, I count 'em 
I've got new rules, I count 'em 
I've gotta tell them to myself 
I've got new rules, I count 'em 
I've gotta tell them to myself

Practice makes perfect 
I'm still tryna' learn it by heart 
Eat, sleep, and breathe it 
Rehearse and repeat it 'cause I (I, I, I)

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 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've got new rules, I count 'em 
I've got new rules, I count 'em 
I've gotta tell them to myself 
I've got new rules, I count 'em (baby you know I count 'em) 
I've gotta tell them to myself 
Don't let him in, don't let him in 
Don't be his friend, don't be his friend 
Don't let him in, don't let him in 
Don't be his friend, don't be his friend 
You ain't getting over him

Paroliers : Caroline Ailin / Emily Warren / Ian Kirkpatrick 
Paroles de New Rules © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Peermusic Publishing, BMG Rights Management US, LLC

One, one, one

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) 
Oh, 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 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 getting over him

I've got new rules, I count 'em 
I've got new rules, I count 'em 
I've gotta tell them to myself 
I've got new rules, I count 'em