New Rules (live) Lyrics - Dua Lipa

Wow, San Diego thank you so much for such an amazing 

evening. Now this is our last song... You guys ready to party? 

Talking in my sleep at night, making myself crazy, 

Out of my mind 

Out of my mind 

Wrote it down and read it out, hoping 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 

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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 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 

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I keep pushing forwards 

But he keeps pulling me backwards 

Nowhere to turn 

Nowhere to turn 

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 

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 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 

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 got new rules, I count 'em 

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're gettin' over him 

San Diego make some noise, thank you so much, 

I love you we love you. My name is Dua Lipa, I love you, good night!