khambe jaisee khadee hai ladkee hai ya chhadee hai
shola hai phuljhadee hai pattakhe kee ladee hai
aankho me ghussa hai labo peh galee hai
dekho jara dekh jo yaro khud ko samajhatee hai kya
khambe jaisee khadee hai ladkee hai ya chhadee hai
shola hai phuljhadee hai pattakhe kee ladee hai
aankho me ghussa hai labo peh galee hai
dekho jara dekhjo yaro khud ko samajhatee hai kya

gora gora ye badan bijalee se bana
char sau chalis volt hain chhuna hai mana
gora gora ye badan bijalee se bana
char sau chalis volt hain chhuna hai mana
isse tum takrao na jan ke jan gavayo na
isse tum takrao na jan ke jan gavayo na
no no no no no no
khambe jaisee khadee hai ladkee hai ya chhadee hai
shola hai phuljhadee hai pattakhe kee ladee hai
aankho me ghussa hai labo peh galee hai
dekho jara dekhjo yaron khudako samajhatee hai kya

aayee hai college me padhane ke liye
jab dekho taiyar hai ladane ke liye
aayee hai college me padhane ke liye
jab dekho taiyar hai ladane ke liye
hamne khayee hai kasam todenge iska gurur ham
hamne khayee hai kasam todenge iska gurur ham
ha ha ha ha ha ha
khambe jaisee khadee hai ladkee hai ya chhadee hai
shola hai phuljhadee hai pattakhe kee ladee hai
aankho me ghussa hai labo peh galee hai
dekho jara dekhjo yaron khudako samajhatee hai kya
dekho jara dekhjo yaron khudako samajhatee hai kya

A pillar of stone, is she girl or a rod?
A flame, a firework, a string of a god.
In her eyes, a rage, on her lips a curse,
Behold, and tell, what does she think of herself?
A pillar of stone, is she girl or a rod?
A flame, a firework, a string of a god.
In her eyes, a rage, on her lips a curse,
Behold, and tell, what does she think of herself?

Fair is this form, of lightning it's made,
Four hundred and forty volts, forbidden to invade.
Fair is this form, of lightning it's made,
Four hundred and forty volts, forbidden to invade.
Do not collide, do not your life forsake,
Do not collide, do not your life forsake.
No no no no no no
A pillar of stone, is she girl or a rod?
A flame, a firework, a string of a god.
In her eyes, a rage, on her lips a curse,
Behold, and tell, what does she think of herself?

To college she came, to learn and to grow,
But always prepared, for a fight, don't you know?
To college she came, to learn and to grow,
But always prepared, for a fight, don't you know?
We have sworn an oath, her pride we shall break,
We have sworn an oath, her pride we shall break.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
A pillar of stone, is she girl or a rod?
A flame, a firework, a string of a god.
In her eyes, a rage, on her lips a curse,
Behold, and tell, what does she think of herself?
Behold, and tell, what does she think of herself?