haye ni haye nakhra mera ni
high rated gabru nu mare
haye ni munde pagal ho gaye ne
mere gin gin lakk de hulare
haye ni haye nakhra mera ni
high rated gabru nu mare
haye ni munde pagal ho gaye ne
mere gin gin lakk de hulare

mere tedhe tedhe takhni kamal kar gayi
akkha na akkha na me tu sawal kar gayi
oo ha ha mere tedhe tedhe takhni kamal kar gayi
akkha na akkha na me tu sawal kar gayi
daily de kinne marde ne te kinne pehlan mai mare
haye ni haye nakhra mera ni
high rated gabru nu mare
haye ni munde pagal ho gaye ne
mere gin gin lakk de hulare

nakk vich paya koka kahar kamaunda ya
hath vich paya juda hath vi na aunda ya
nakk vich paya koka kahar kamaunda ya
hath vich paya juda hath vi na aunda ya
tere te shartan la la ke roj kinne ne hare
haye ni haye nakhra mera ni
high rated gabru nu mare
haye ni munde pagal ho gaye ne
mere gin gin lakk de hulare
haye ni haye nakhra mera ni
high rated gabru nu mare
haye ni munde pagal ho gaye ne
mere gin gin lakk de hulare

Oh, your sweet torment, a beautiful sting,
Strikes down the high-rated, the chosen King.
Oh, the boys have lost their minds, all are undone,
Counting the sway of your waist, one by one.
Oh, your sweet torment, a beautiful sting,
Strikes down the high-rated, the chosen King.
Oh, the boys have lost their minds, all are undone,
Counting the sway of your waist, one by one.

Your sideways glances, a masterful art,
A question unspoken, that pierces the heart.
Oh, yes, your sideways glances, a masterful art,
A question unspoken, that pierces the heart.
How many fall daily, how many you slay,
Oh, your sweet torment, a beautiful sway,
Strikes down the high-rated, the chosen King.
Oh, the boys have lost their minds, all are undone,
Counting the sway of your waist, one by one.

The nose ring you wear, it wages a war,
The bracelets you hold, they're always ajar.
The nose ring you wear, it wages a war,
The bracelets you hold, they're always ajar.
Each day they wager, and lose in the fray,
Oh, your sweet torment, a beautiful sway,
Strikes down the high-rated, the chosen King.
Oh, the boys have lost their minds, all are undone,
Counting the sway of your waist, one by one.
Oh, your sweet torment, a beautiful sting,
Strikes down the high-rated, the chosen King.
Oh, the boys have lost their minds, all are undone,
Counting the sway of your waist, one by one.