dil ka dimag se jhagda lagaya kaise
piche ke darwaze se ae dabe panv aaya kaise
thoda sa kamina thoda sa bechara hai
ishq bhut sahi par yeh bhut bada hi pyara hai
offo ise ise dant ke bhagau offo ya ya seene se lagau
offo ise ise dant ke bhagau offo ya ya seene se lagau
sar pe bithau ya thappad lagau offo o

dekho leke aaya hai pocket mein shararatein
tere jaisi hai zara aa iski bhi aadatein
upar se naram hai andar se naram hai
thoda sharif bhi hai thoda thoda sa besharam hai
hai hai offo ise ise dant ke bhagau offo
ya ya seene se lagau offo ise ise dant ke bhagau offo
ya ya seene se lagau sar pe bithau ya thappad lagau
offo o

hairat ko bhi hairaniyan hone lagi
ab hosh mein nadaniyan hone lagi
baithe hain dil ek dillagi pe haar ke
mehangi badi manmaniya hone lagi
yari ke bahane kandha sehlalata hai
phir mauka milte hi ye par failata hai
hadon ke paar hi iska ishara hai
ishq bhut sahi par ye bhut bada hi pyara hai
aye ae ae

offo ise ise daant ke bhagau offo ya ya seene se lagau
offo ise ise daant ke bhagau offo ya ya seene se lagau
sar pe bithau ya thappad lagau offo o offo o offo o offo o

How did the heart wage war on the mind?
Through the back door, how did it creep, find?
A rogue, a beggar, a creature of need,
Love's a ghost, yes, but oh, what a beloved creed.

Oh, should I scold it, send it away?
Oh, or hold it close, come what may?
Oh, should I scold it, send it away?
Oh, or hold it close, come what may?
Should I crown it king, or slap it and say?
Oh!

See, it brings mischief in its pocket, you see,
Its habits, alas, are so much like thee.
Soft on the surface, tender inside,
A little bit good, a little bit pride.
Hai, hai, oh!
Should I scold it, send it away? Oh!
Or hold it close, come what may? Oh!
Should I scold it, send it away? Oh!
Or hold it close, come what may?
Should I crown it king, or slap it and say?
Oh!

Wonder itself begins to be stunned,
In sanity, now, follies abound.
The heart sits, defeated, by a game it has lost,
Expensive whims, a heavy cost, now are found.

In the guise of friendship, it pats your shoulder,
Then, given a chance, its wings unfold her.
Beyond all limits, its signal is sent,
Love's a ghost, yes, but oh, what a delight it's lent.
Aye, aye, aye.

Oh, should I scold it, send it away?
Oh, or hold it close, come what may?
Oh, should I scold it, send it away?
Oh, or hold it close, come what may?
Should I crown it king, or slap it and say? Oh!
Oh, oh, oh!