New Rules Lyrics: Dua Lipa | Warner Bros. | Electropop Song

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new rules lyrics

“New Rules” is a song by English singer Dua Lipa from her eponymous debut studio album. “New Rules” is a tropical house, EDM and electro pop song with a drum and horn instrumentation. The song became the singer’s third entry and first top 10 on the US Billboard Hot 100, peaking at number six. It was written by Caroline Ailin, Emily Warren, Ian Kirkpatrick and produced by Ian Kirkpatrick.

Singer: Dua Lipa

Music Producer: Ian Kirkpatrick

Lyrics: Caroline Ailin, Emily Warren, Ian Kirkpatrick

Music Label: Warner Bros.

New Rules Lyrics

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)

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 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

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

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 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 gettin’ over him

I got new rules, I count ’em

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

Practice makes perfect

I’m still tryna learn it by heart

(I got new rules, I count ’em)

Eat, sleep, and breathe it

Rehearse and repeat it, ’cause I

(I got new, I got new, 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’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

I got new rules, I count ’em

(Oh, whoa-oh)

I gotta tell them to myself

I got new rules, I count ’em

(Baby, you know I count ’em)

I gotta tell them to myself

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 gettin’ over him

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