Lyrics New Rules - Live - 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?

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, c'mon
(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
Let me hear you

One: Don't pick up the phone
You know he's only callin' '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

So I keep pushin' forwards but he keeps pullin' me backwards
(Nowhere to turn, no way)
(Nowhere to turn, no)
Now I'm standin' 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 (what do I say?)
I tell myself
I do, I do, I do

One: Don't pick up the phone
You know he's only callin' '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)

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 (hey)
I got new rules, I count 'em (woo)
I gotta tell them to myself
I got new rules, I count 'em
San Diego let me see you drop it (hey, hey)
I gotta tell them to myself

Don't let him in, don't let him in (jump, jump, jump)
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 (hey)
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 and we'll be back
My name is Dua Lipa, I love you, goodnight