Dua Lipa – New Rules (At The BRIT Awards 2018) (Live)


Three, don’t be his friend

Practice makes perfect
Two, don’t let him in
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
So I tell myself, I tell myself
One, don’t pick up the phone
(I never learn, I never learn)
(Too many times, too many times)
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
(Out of my mind, out of my mind)
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend

You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Makin’ myself crazy
You ain’t getting over him
But my love, he doesn’t loves me

You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
You ain’t getting over him
One, don’t pick up the phone
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself

I’m still tryna’ learn it by heart
You have to kick him out again
You have to kick him out again
You have to kick him out again
I finally see the pattern
Oh, he makes me feel like nobody else
I keep pushin’ forwards
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
(Nowhere to turn, no)
I do, I do, I do
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve gotta tell them to myself

You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
But my love, he doesn’t love me
Rehearse and repeat it ’cause I (I, I, I)
One, one, one
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
Two, don’t let him in
Hopin’ it would save me
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
But he keeps pullin’ me backwards
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
And if you’re under him
Eat, sleep, and breathe it
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
Now I’m standing back from it
Wrote it down and read it out

Two, don’t let him in
(Nowhere to turn, no way)
One, don’t pick up the phone

I’ve got new rules, I count ’em (baby you know I count ’em)
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
Three, don’t be his friend
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Talkin’ in my sleep at night
Nobody else
So I tell myself, I tell myself

Three, don’t be his friend
You ain’t getting over him
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
You ain’t getting over him
And if you’re under him
And if you’re under him

I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em