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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dua Lipa
Dua Lipa
Lead Vocals
Ian Kirkpatrick
Ian Kirkpatrick
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caroline Ailin
Caroline Ailin
Songwriter
Emily Warren
Emily Warren
Songwriter
Ian Kirkpatrick
Ian Kirkpatrick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Kirkpatrick
Ian Kirkpatrick
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Josh Gudwin
Josh Gudwin
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

One, one, 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 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 mornin' 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 standin' back from it, I finally see the pattern (I never learn, I never learn) But my love (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 callin' '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 mornin' 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 (yeah) You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone (alone) Two: Don't let him in, you have to kick him out again (again) Three: Don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin' (bed in the mornin') 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 (Whoa-ooh, whoa-ooh, whoa) 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 You gettin' over him
Writer(s): Caroline Ailin, Emily Warren, Ian Kirkpatrick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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