gora rang mera gori bahe gol gol
ab kya hai teri marji tu sach sach bol
pahle kali gori ko tu ankhiyo se tol
phir kya hai teri marji tu sach sach bol
gora rang mera gori bahe gol gol
ab kya hai teri marji tu sach sach bol

uthte sabad mera hotho pe mitha
tan mera aise jaise shishe ka gilash
uthta sabad mera hotho pe mitha
tan mera aise jaise shishe ka gilash
shishe ka gilash jara palke to khol
ab kya hai teri marji tu sach sach bol
gora rang mera gori bahe gol gol
kya hai teri marji tu sach sach bol

sawli kamar me jo loch aayegi
kayi bar saiya tujhe soch ayegi
sawli kamar me jo loch aayegi
kayi bar saiya tujhe soch ayegi
soch aayegi
arzu kuwari dedu tujhe bin mol
ab kya hai teri marji tu sach sach bol
gora rang mera gori bahe gol gol
kya hai teri marji tu sach sach bol

dudh jaisa rang hai gulabi mere gal
dekh mai to dudh me gulab layi dal
dudh jaisa rang hai gulabi mere gal
dekh mai to dudh me gulab layi dal
sawli saloni hu salona mera pyar
kali ko bhi azma ke dekh ek bar
dekh ek kbar
do do rang dekh tera jiya gaya dol
ab kya hai teri marji tu sach sach bol
do do rang dekh tera jiya gaya dol
ab kya hai teri marji tu sach sach bol
kya hai teri marji tu sach sach bol
are kya hai teri marji tu sach sach bol

My skin, a canvas, arms in gentle curve,
What is your will, the truth you must preserve?
First, with your eyes, you weighed the dark and fair,
Now, what's your will, the truth you must declare?
My skin, a canvas, arms in gentle curve,
What is your will, the truth you must preserve?

My words ascend, sweet honey on the lip,
My form, a glass, where secrets gently slip.
My words ascend, sweet honey on the lip,
My form, a glass, where secrets gently slip.
Open your eyes, and let your glances gleam,
Now, what's your will, reveal your heart's own dream?
My skin, a canvas, arms in gentle curve,
What is your will, the truth you must preserve?

When curves of darkness start to gently sway,
A hundred thoughts of me will find their way.
When curves of darkness start to gently sway,
A hundred thoughts of me will find their way.
My maiden wish, a gift, without a fee,
Now, what's your will, the truth set finally free?
My skin, a canvas, arms in gentle curve,
What is your will, the truth you must preserve?

Milk-white skin, and blush upon my cheek,
See how I’ve brought a rose to milk so sleek.
Milk-white skin, and blush upon my cheek,
See how I’ve brought a rose to milk so sleek.
Dark is my beauty, love, my heart’s desire,
Try both of us, and let your soul catch fire.
Try both of us, and let your soul catch fire.
Two hues to see, your heart begins to sway,
Now, what's your will, speak truth without delay?
Two hues to see, your heart begins to sway,
Now, what's your will, speak truth without delay?
What is your will, speak truth without delay?
Oh, what is your will, speak truth without delay?