suno mere yar meri pahali kahani
school me thi meri ek maidam diwani
uske charche hajar uski mast jawani
school ke bahane maine likhi ye kahani
uske charche hajar uski mast jawani
school ke bahane maine likhi ye kahani
suno mere yar meri pahali kahani
school me thi meri ek maidam diwani
uske charche hajar uski mast jawani
school ke bahane maine likhi ye kahani

najare ladaogi to hame kya padaogi
ye sar bhi hai lain me hame pitvaogi
mai hun stundent tum ho ek ticher
dono ki kahani jaise film darti pikchaer
maim ho hamari hame na fikar
meri ho diwani kaho mujhse mil kar
dekh bhai maim aai mekap karke sadi mein
maine socha bolegi vo aakar mere saide mein
nanahe munne bachhe ho pyar mein thode kachhe ho
pyar tumhare bas ki nahi madam madam karte ho
mam tumhari hot hai sare sar ji saet hai
dhyan lagao pathane me baki sare fel hai
suno mere yar meri pahali kahani
school me thi meri ek maidam diwani
uske charche hajar uski mast jawani
school ke bahane maine likhi ye kahani
uske charche hajar uski mast jawani
school ke bahane maine likhi ye kahani

suno mere yar suno meri dasta
school ki kahani ye dile nadan
ek meri mem thi ladako ki hiron thi
yaro kaho kuchh bhi shree devvi fel thi
mujhko vo bhai gai ankhiyo pe chha gai
socha parpoj karu tabhi vo aa gai
dil mera dhadka baai aankh fadaka
socha aaj kah dun pyar vala tadaka
phir maine sala sab kah dala
aa mere sang chalti khandala
chalo mast din hoga
rate rangin hongi tere aur mere bich
bas hot sin hoga
sun liya sun kar sun ke bhadak gai
phir kisi bijli si mujhpe kadak gai
boli mujhase dande se nikala hai tu ande se
chathane laga pyar vale jhanthe pe
suno mere yar meri pahali kahani
school me thi meri ek maidam diwani
uske charche hajar uski mast jawani
school ke bahane maine likhi ye kahani
uske charche hajar uski mast jawani
school ke bahane maine likhi ye kahani

Listen close, my friend, my maiden tale I weave,
Of a school where a mad madam did believe,
Her name on every tongue, her youthful fire,
A schoolyard scheme, a heart's desire.
Her name on every tongue, her youthful fire,
A schoolyard scheme, a heart's desire.
Listen close, my friend, my maiden tale I weave,
Of a school where a mad madam did believe,
Her name on every tongue, her youthful fire,
A schoolyard scheme, a heart's desire.

If glances you cast, what lessons shall you impart?
You'll land in trouble, and break my heart.
I'm but a student, you a teacher true,
Our story's like a film, a wicked view.
You're our madam, I have no fear,
Be mine, my love, and draw me near.
Look, she comes, made up, in a saree's gleam,
I hoped she'd speak, and into my world, she'd dream.
You are but children, in love's first blush,
Love's not for you, you only blush and gush.
Your madam's hot, the teachers all adore,
Focus on studies, and nothing more.
Listen close, my friend, my maiden tale I weave,
Of a school where a mad madam did believe,
Her name on every tongue, her youthful fire,
A schoolyard scheme, a heart's desire.
Her name on every tongue, her youthful fire,
A schoolyard scheme, a heart's desire.

Listen, my friend, my story starts again,
Of a schoolyard tale, a heart's refrain.
A madam there, a boys' desire,
Sridevi paled, before her fire.
I fell for her, my eyes did crave,
I thought to propose, then she came to save.
My heart beat fast, my eye did twitch,
I'd tell her my love, and fill her niche.
Then, I blurted it all, bold and true,
Come with me, to Khandala, me and you.
Let us have a day of bliss,
And nights of color, with a heated kiss.
She heard, and raged, with a fiery spark,
Like lightning struck, leaving its mark.
She said to me, "You, from the egg, you came",
You dare to raise love's flame?
Listen close, my friend, my maiden tale I weave,
Of a school where a mad madam did believe,
Her name on every tongue, her youthful fire,
A schoolyard scheme, a heart's desire.
Her name on every tongue, her youthful fire,
A schoolyard scheme, a heart's desire.