ek baat zara me bolu har raz sabhi ke kholu
koi rehta hai banglo me aur koi na maltifelekas
sabke andar chhupa hai chhota wala kamiflekas
takla ho ya baal wala baink rakat ya paise wala rakat wala
konfindens me dunga fir gopigs me lunga
du not piti yur self aayi tel yuo lave yur self
shisha rakho samne aur dekho apne aap ko
asmayil karke puchh lo apne darling ke baap ko
wayi a mayi seksi wayi a mayi seksi o bebi
wayi a mayi seksi wayi a mayi seksi
one two three four mom pucha

this is not fair kyu karte ho kamfair
are khud se love karoge fir kar paoge tum khair
are hoga hendsam flet fiit aur sundar anj lina
are karo sharabi me bachhan bola tha mina
sabka apna astayil hai aur sabki apni ada
obsan tere paas hai ban jao sher ya gadha
shisha rakho samne aur dekho apne aap ko
asmayil karke puchh lo apne darling ke baap ko
wayi a mayi seksi wayi a mayi seksi o bebi
wayi a mayi seksi wayi a mayi seksi
one two three four mom pucha

konfindens me dunga fir gopigs me lunga
du not piti yur self aayi tel yuo lave yur self
shisha rakho samne aur dekho apne aap ko
asmayil karke puchh lo apne darling ke baap ko
wayi a mayi seksi wayi a mayi seksi o bebi
wayi a mayi seksi wayi a mayi seksi
one two three four mom pucha

A truth I shall unveil, secrets I'll unfurl,
Some dwell in mansions, others in a whirl
Of multiplex lives, a tapestry untold,
Within each heart, a complex story, bold.

Whether bald or crowned with hair,
Banked with blood or worldly ware,
In confidence I'll bestow, then in gazing, I'll take,
Do not pity yourself, I implore, love yourself, for goodness sake.

Hold the mirror near, gaze into your soul,
With a smile, then ask, to make you whole,
"Why am I so sexy? Oh, Baby, tell me true,
Why am I so sexy? Why? I'm asking you!"
One, two, three, four, Mom inquired.

This is not fair, why do you compare?
Love yourself first, then you'll find care.
Whether handsome, flat-footed, or fair,
Like Angelina, there's beauty everywhere,
Embrace the drunkard within, like Bachchan and Meena said,
Each has their own style, a unique thread.
Obscene or not, you decide your own fate,
Be a lion or a donkey, at your own gate.

Hold the mirror near, gaze into your soul,
With a smile, then ask, to make you whole,
"Why am I so sexy? Oh, Baby, tell me true,
Why am I so sexy? Why? I'm asking you!"

In confidence I'll bestow, then in gazing, I'll take,
Do not pity yourself, I implore, love yourself, for goodness sake.
Hold the mirror near, gaze into your soul,
With a smile, then ask, to make you whole,
"Why am I so sexy? Oh, Baby, tell me true,
Why am I so sexy? Why? I'm asking you!"