are o mere gudde raja tujhe kaise pyar sikhau
o mere gudde raja tujhe kaise pyaar sikhau
ya tu sayana ban ja ya mai gudiya ban jau
ya tu sayana ban ja ya mai gudiya ban jau
ye pyar ka rog bura hai kaise tujhko samjhau
ye pyar ka rog bura hai kaise tujhko samjhau
mai dil laga ke tujhse bemaut na mar jau
mai dil laga ke tujhse bemaut na mar jau
are o mere gudde raja ha

kyu mujhse aankhe churata hai churata hai
palke sharm se jhukata hai jhukata hai
bhola hu mai nadan hu in bato se anjan hu
aa mere ram bharose tujhko mai dil me bithau
ya tu sayana ban ja ya mai gudiya ban jau
ya tu sayana ban ja ya mai gudiya ban jau
o mere gudde raja tujhe kaise pyar sikhau

bachke kaha mujhse jayega tu jayega
kaise tu pichha chudayega chudayega
kyo hai mere aage khadi
pichhe mere kyo hai padi
aa teri soyi soyi dhadkan me pyas jaga du
ya tu sayana ban ja ya mai gudiya ban jau
ya tu sayana ban ja ya mai gudiya ban jau
o mere gudde raja tujhe kaise pyar sikhau
ye pyar ka rog bura hai kaise tujhko samjhau
mai dil laga ke tujhse bemaut na mar jau
ya tu sayana ban ja ya mai gudiya ban jau

Oh my doll-king, how shall I teach you love?
Oh my doll-king, how shall I teach you love?
Become wise, or I will become a doll, above.
Become wise, or I will become a doll, above.
This malady of love, a curse, how to explain?
This malady of love, a curse, how to explain?
Lest I, by loving you, meet death in vain.
Lest I, by loving you, meet death in vain.
Oh my doll-king, oh yes.

Why do you steal glances, hide your eyes?
Lids falling shy, a sweet disguise.
I'm naive, innocent, of these things unaware,
Come, I will hold you, with all my care.
Become wise, or I will become a doll, above.
Become wise, or I will become a doll, above.
Oh my doll-king, how shall I teach you love?

Where will you run, from me, escape?
How will you break free, your shape?
Why stand before me so?
Why are you clinging so?
Come, I will awaken the thirst within your slumber deep.
Become wise, or I will become a doll, above.
Become wise, or I will become a doll, above.
Oh my doll-king, how shall I teach you love?
This malady of love, a curse, how to explain?
Lest I, by loving you, meet death in vain.
Become wise, or I will become a doll, above.