traffic jaam traffic jaam traffic jaam
traffic jaam traffic jaam traffic jaam
he main tumse pyaar karta hun
tu hi meri zindagi ki
first and last ladki hain
ye bilkul corect baat hain
jhuth nah hain my love my love
my love is pyore
and am very very shyore
do din bad milte hain to
kuch difrentali karte hain
thodi sandvich paik karva ker
dono drive par jate hain
gadi chal rahi thi, thodi barish ho rahi thi

ladka ladki pe senti
ladki lake pe senti
par ladaka hain kuchh ovar senti
baahar bhi jhaank raha tha
use kya pata tha aage bail khada hai
takkar jo maari, bola ladki se sorry
par det ho chuki thi
jo hona tha ho gaya
traffic jaam traffic jaam traffic jaam
traffic jaam traffic jaam traffic jaam

parti time haaht me vine
raat ko barah baje hain ye ghadi me time
khubsare boys and khub sare girl
lissning tugethar tu the drm paar
ladka ladki pe senti
ladki lake pe senti
par ladaka hain kuchh ovar senti
gannna khane valiyo ko dekh raha tha
use kya pata tha, aage father khada tha
takkar jo maari, bola ladki se sorry
jo hona tha ho gaya
traffic jaam traffic jaam traffic jaam
traffic jaam traffic jaam traffic jaam
traffic jaam traffic jaam traffic jaam
traffic jaam traffic jaam traffic jaam

Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam,
Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam.
Oh, I love you so,
You, the dawn and dusk of my soul,
My first, my last, my only girl,
This truth, etched deep, a vow.
No lie, my love, my love,
My love, a sunbeam, pure and true,
And I, eternally sure.
If we meet again, in two more days,
Let us dance a different way.
With sandwiches, a whispered plea,
We'll drive, just you and me.
The car, it flowed, the rain did weep.

The boy, to her, a heart ablaze,
The girl, for him, in love's soft haze,
But he, he burned with excess fire.
He gazed without, a distracted soul,
Unknowing, Fate stood in control.
A crash, a jolt, "My love, forgive,"
But words were lost, too late to give.
What was to be, had come to pass,
Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam,
Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam.

Party time, wine's red gleam,
Midnight's chime, a whispered dream.
Beau and belle, a vibrant throng,
To love's drum, they sang their song.
The boy, to her, a heart so weak,
The girl, for him, love's gentle peak,
But he, he burned with excess heat.
He watched the cane-sweet girls, a fleeting glance,
Unknowing, Father stood to chance.
A crash, a jolt, "My love, forgive,"
What was to be, the soul did give.
Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam,
Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam.
Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam,
Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam.