heartbeat chhaati mein dhak-dhak dhadkaaye re
aye aye aye… kaaiku public ki
takleef badhwaaye re aye aye aye…

drame pachaas karte hain chhore ye mujhpe marte hain
meri dhadkan ki galiyon mein lekin tere hi charche hain
mera naam mary hai mary sau takka teri hai

mera naam mary hai mary sau takka teri hai
phir kis baat ki deri hai mary sau takka teri hai
mere jazbaat ko kaahe footpath pe
bhari dopehari paidal chalaaye

ghoore dheere se kyun
teri deewani ko agarbatti ke maafik jalaaye
mujhe chhu le zara, jee le zaraa
baahon mein kas ke, dabaa ke

main kasam dun tumhe rakhungi kya
joban ka beema karaake
lattu hai..mujhpe ye saare
sau sau ke..note kharche hain

meri dhadkan ki galiyon mein
lekin tere hi charche hain
mera naam mary hai
mary sau takka teri hai

la la la..
mera naam mary hai mary sau takka teri hai
phir kis baat ki deri hai mary sau takka teri hai
haaye badi garmi hai re teri har baat mein

aaja saanson ka ac chala dun
hogi pardes ki pehalwani teri
aaja do ghoont desi pilaa doon
teri aankhein hai ya chumbak piya

mujhko teri ore kheenche
kabhi galti se tu seeti bajaa
meri bhi khidki ke neeche
auron mein..kya buraari hai
ye bhi to..achhe ghar se hai

meri dhadkan ki galiyon mein
lekin tere hi charche hain
mera naam mary hai
mary sau takka teri hai

ye ye ye..
mera naam mary hai
mary sau takka teri hai
phir kis baat ki deri hai
mary sau takka teri hai.

In my chest, a heartbeat drums,
*Thump-thump*, it quickens, oh, oh, oh.
Why must the crowd's woes increase,
Their burdens grow, oh, oh, oh?

Fifty dramas they enact,
Boys, they faint at my command.
In the alleys of my pulse,
Only your name, you understand.
My name is Mary, Mary, a hundred percent yours,
My name is Mary, Mary, a hundred percent yours.
Then what delay, my love? Mary, a hundred percent yours.

Why on the pavement of feeling,
Must you walk me in the noon's heat?
Why gaze at your madwoman softly,
Like an incense stick, to burn sweet?
Touch me now, live now,
Hold me tight, embrace me true.
Or else, what shall I keep,
Having insured my youth, anew?
These suitors, they are all spun around me,
Spending hundreds of notes, for their view.

In the alleys of my pulse,
Only your name, you understand.
My name is Mary, Mary, a hundred percent yours,
My name is Mary, Mary, a hundred percent yours.
Then what delay, my love? Mary, a hundred percent yours.

Oh, such heat in your every word,
Come, I'll turn on the breath's AC.
Your wrestling, from a foreign land,
Come, I'll offer you a native spree.
Are your eyes magnets, dear?
Drawing me toward you with all their power.
By chance, if you whistle,
Beneath my window, in this hour.
What fault in these others?
They come from good homes, you know.

In the alleys of my pulse,
Only your name, you understand.
My name is Mary,
Mary, a hundred percent yours, yes, yes, yes.
My name is Mary, Mary, a hundred percent yours.
Then what delay, my love? Mary, a hundred percent yours.