he ji re jhat pat par ulat palat natkhat jat latak matak
lachak machak, lachak machak chaal chalat jaat
re tere mukhde me heere panne jade latko jhatko jiyara kare
tera ghungta bhi ghaghre jaisa ude latko jhatko jiyara kare
tu nathi to thaaro photo pan chalse
tu nathi to thaaro photo pan chalse
tu nathi to thaaro photo pan chalse
jo thaaro photo nathi nathi nathi
jo thaaro photo nathi to photocopy pan chalse
tu nathi to thaaro photo pan chalse
tu nathi to thaaro photo pan chalse
jo thaaro photo nathi nathi nathi
jo thaaro photo nathi to photocopy pan chalse
jo thaaro photo nathi to photocopy pan chalse

arrey dhinchkyaun dhum tere thumke dhamaake
sun sun ke sher mera dil kaa dahaade
ha ha ha meeaow meeaow kaahe shekhi baghaare
bille ko dil ke tu sher pukaare
o lalkaaro na, haan phatkaaro na
mere jungle me dangal na chaal se
gaali bhi gori tere hotho se chaalse
gaali bhi gori tere hotho se chaalse
gaali bhi gori tere hotho se chaalse
jo teri gaali nathi nathi nathi
jo teri gaali nathi to jora jori pan chaalse

jo thaaro photo nathi to photocopy pan chalse
tu nathi to thaaro photo pan chalse
tu nathi to thaaro photo pan chalse
jo thaaro photo, jo thaaro photo
jo thaaro photo nathi nathi nathi
jo thaaro photo nathi to photocopy pan chalse
jo thaaro photo nathi to photocopy pan chalse

Swift now, the flip, the sway, the playful dance,
The braid's delight, a tempting, teasing glance.
She walks, a rhythm, graceful and so free,
And in her face, the gems of mystery.
Her veil, a skirt, that dances in the air,
Each flutter stirs a longing, deep despair.
If you're not here, your picture will suffice,
If you're not here, your image is my prize.
If no photo, then a copy will do,
If you're not here, my love, I’ll cling to you.
If you're not here, your picture will suffice,
If you're not here, your image is my prize.
If no photo, then a copy will do.

Your playful steps, a rumbling, roaring sound,
My heart, it roars to hear your rhythm's bound.
A "meow, meow" of pride, a boastful call,
You call my heart a lion, standing tall.
No battle cry, no scolding, let it be,
No clash of souls within my forest free.
Even your curses, from your lips so fair,
Even your curses, are welcome there.
Even your curses, are welcome to me,
If no curse, then a fight is what I need.

If no photo, then a copy will do,
If you're not here, your picture will suffice,
If you're not here, your image is my prize.
If no photo, then a copy will do.
If no photo, then a copy will do.