I know what you know baby
phir chup kyun hai dil de de
yeh kehna hai par kehna paau usko
I know what you know baby
phir chup kyun hai dil de de
yeh kehna hai par kehna paau usko
main dekhu woh bhi dekhe
main sochu woh bhi soche
aaj ki kal hai kal ki hai parso
woh ladka hai sharmaaye
mera bhi dil ghabraaye
phir baat yeh kaise ho

mangti hu usse main roj kyon
collage ki koi bhi kitaabein
karti hu use phone roz kyon
koi bhi itna bata de
ek woh hai jo jaane
dil uska na maane
phir kaise izhaar ho

sochta hai woh main use kahu
main sochti hu woh kahega
buddhu hai diwana hai woh badaa
pehle toh ladka hi kahega
chatting pe keh daale
letter pe bheejwade
phir jaake izhaar ho
I know what you know baby
phir chup kyun hai dil dede
yeh kehna hai par kehna paau usko
main dekhu woh bhi dekhe
main sochu woh bhi soche
aaj ki kal hai kal ki hain parso
woh ladka hai sharmaaye
mera bhi dil ghabraaye
phir baat yeh kaise ho

I know what you know, darling,
Why silence where hearts should be?
This is what I long to say,
Yet the words escape from me.

I know what you know, darling,
Why silence where hearts should be?
This is what I long to say,
Yet the words escape from me.

I gaze, and he too beholds,
I ponder, and he too dreams,
Today's the present, tomorrow's the future, the day after is destiny's stream.
He, a boy, turns shy,
My own heart starts to sigh,
How then, can this story gleam?

Why do I seek him each day?
In college, my books left behind.
Why do I call him, come what may?
Tell me, can anyone find
The truth that he alone knows,
But his heart, it disallows?
How then, can love be defined?

He thinks I should speak my heart,
I think he will speak to mine,
A fool, a lover, a work of art.
He will say it first, divine.
He'll confess through a chat,
Or a letter, where love is at,
Then at last, love will entwine.

I know what you know, darling,
Why silence where hearts should be?
This is what I long to say,
Yet the words escape from me.
I gaze, and he too beholds,
I ponder, and he too dreams,
Today's the present, tomorrow's the future, the day after is destiny's stream.
He, a boy, turns shy,
My own heart starts to sigh,
How then, can this story gleam?