jao ji jao dekhe hai bade, tum jaise chor lutere
kisi ka war ke hai, sina ubhar ke lgaye
hasino ki galiyo ke phere, jao ji jao

teri galiya jo pyar se bulaye
tu hi bol dil wale kyu na aaye
teri galiya jo pyar se bulaye
tu hi bol dil wale kyu na aaye
zara inko sambhal bura kar dega hal
aahe bharega tu sham swere
jao ji jao dekhe hai bade, tum jaise chor lutere
kisi ka war ke hai, sina ubhar ke lgaye
hasino ki galiyo ke phere, jao ji jao

mar mar ke mila hai ghar tera
jao karte ho kyu pichha mera
hay mar mar ke mila hai ghar tera
jao karte ho kyu pichha mera
karo jane ki na bat yahi din yahi rat
mera pyar lgayega dere
jao ji jao dekhe hai bade, tum jaise chor lutere
kisi ka war ke hai, sina ubhar ke lgaye
hasino ki galiyo ke phere, jao ji jao

pyar karne me kon si hai chori
aisi chori se to achhi sina zori
pyar karne me kon si hai chori
aisi chori se to achhi sina zori
kabhi subho kabhi sham tujhe deke salam
kar lenge chor lutere
jao ji jao dekhe hai bade, tum jaise chor lutere
kisi ka war ke hai, sina ubhar ke lgaye
hasino ki galiyo ke phere, jao ji jao

Go, begone, I've seen your ilk before,
Thieves and raiders, at every door.
You strike with bravado, chests puffed high,
In the lanes of beauty, you constantly lie.
Go, begone!

If her lanes call with love's sweet plea,
You, a heart of hearts, why wouldn't you be?
If her lanes call with love's sweet plea,
You, a heart of hearts, why wouldn't you be?
Beware their charms, they'll bring you woe,
You'll sigh and lament, both night and day, you know.
Go, begone, I've seen your ilk before,
Thieves and raiders, at every door.
You strike with bravado, chests puffed high,
In the lanes of beauty, you constantly lie.
Go, begone!

The house you found, through pain and strife,
Go, why do you follow, cling to my life?
The house you found, through pain and strife,
Go, why do you follow, cling to my life?
Speak not of parting, for here, day and night,
My love will make its sacred height.
Go, begone, I've seen your ilk before,
Thieves and raiders, at every door.
You strike with bravado, chests puffed high,
In the lanes of beauty, you constantly lie.
Go, begone!

Where is the theft in tender art?
Better such "stealing" than a broken heart.
Where is the theft in tender art?
Better such "stealing" than a broken heart.
Each morn and eve, with greetings sweet,
We'll claim the name of thieves, complete.
Go, begone, I've seen your ilk before,
Thieves and raiders, at every door.
You strike with bravado, chests puffed high,
In the lanes of beauty, you constantly lie.
Go, begone!