ch ch chikni teri chal hai
mana teri adaa kamal hai
par phenko na mujhpe ye jaal asha
ho jeena marna teri raah me
chhod un sab main teri chaah me
din raat tera khayal asha
ho asha asha
mano teri ada me hai nasha sa
oo par asha shadi karne se me darun zara sa
jo teri mummy ne ghera tang kiya
to tabhi ye jake mera man kiya
ishq karun to karun tin char asha

kaha gaye thhe kiske sath thhe
soye kaha jumme ki raat thhe
ho zara dekho toh apne sawal asha
ho asha asha
mana teri ada me hai nasha sa
oo par asha asha
shadi karne se main darun zara sa
chhoti baato pe ladti ho mere piche kyun padti ho
jo mujhpe marti ho to zinda rehne do na
woah asha mana teri adaa me hai nasha sa
ho asha shadi karne se main darun zara sa

na na nikle jaan hai meri
kaise dekhun shakal tere daddy ki
unse behas bekar asha
jo teri aapi ne mujhse flirt kiya
tu boli maine hai tujhko hurt kiya
kyun senti tum ho jati ho baar baar asha
ow meri asha
mana teri adaa me hai nasha sa
ho par asha shadi karne se main darun zara sa
ho asha asha
mana teri ada me hai nasha sa ho o o
ho ho asha ladka abhi hu main jawa sa
bhari jawani me karne de maza sa

Your gait, a silken sway,
Your charm, a dazzling display.
Yet, cast not your net, I pray, Asha.
To live, to die, in your way,
To forsake all, in your sway,
Day and night, your thought, Asha.
Oh, Asha, Asha.

Your allure, a potent wine,
Yet, marriage, I fear, a sign
Of what might unwind, alas.
If your mother's embrace, a squeeze,
Then my heart finds no ease,
If love I must, then triple, Asha.

Where did you go? With whom did you roam?
Where did you sleep, on Friday's foam?
Reflect on your own, I implore, Asha.
Oh, Asha, Asha.
Your allure, a potent wine,
Yet, marriage, I fear, a sign
Of what might unwind, alas.
Over petty things, your rage unfurls,
Why haunt my steps, my girl?
If you die for me, let me breathe, Asha.
Oh, Asha, your allure, a potent wine,
Yet, marriage, I fear, a sign
Of what might unwind, alas.

No, no, you are my very life,
How can I face your father's strife?
His argument, a wasted chore, Asha.
If your sister, her game, a flirtation's call,
You claim I hurt, causing a fall,
Why so much heart, time and again, Asha?
Oh my Asha,
Your allure, a potent wine,
Yet, marriage, I fear, a sign
Of what might unwind, alas.
Oh Asha, Asha,
Your allure, a potent wine,
Oh Oh Oh.
Oh, Asha, a youth I remain,
In full bloom, let pleasure reign.