lakh lakh nakhare rehan de
chale na tere koyi pentare
lakh lakh nakhare rehan de
chale na tere koyi pentare
sandli badan waaliye, sandli badan waaliye

lakh lakh nakhare rehan de
chale na tere koyi pentare
lakh lakh nakhare rehan de
chale na tere koyi pentare
sandli badan waaliye, sandli badan waaliye

baraba ka bag leke chali kahaan guiyaan
masalegi heel niche kiska dil ui maa
baraba ka bag leke chali kahaan guiyaan
masalegi heel niche kiska dil ui maa
teri ankhaan da lashkaara, teri lak da hulaara
teri ankhaan da lashkaara, teri lak da hulaara
mujhko daalte hai daana daana
lakh lakh nakhare rehan de
chale na tere koyi pentare
sandli badan waaliye, sandli badan waaliye

gusse da bhaar tere bas da nahi na
mere hi jaisa tujhe jachega kamina
gusse da bhar tere bas da nahi na
mere hi jaisa tujhe jachega kamina
ni tu inni vi ni soni, mere laayak kabhi nahi honi
ni tu inni vi ni soni, mere laayak kabhi nahi honi
yun hi jhel raha hoon jaane jaana
lakh lakh nakhare rehan de
chale na tere koyi pentare
sandli badan waaliye, sandli badan waaliye
sandli badan waaliye, sandli badan waaliye

Cease your thousand poses, let them fall,
Your practiced wiles will not enthrall.
Cease your thousand poses, let them fall,
Your practiced wiles will not enthrall.
Oh, maiden of the sandalwood form,
Maiden of the sandalwood storm.

Cease your thousand poses, let them fall,
Your practiced wiles will not enthrall.
Cease your thousand poses, let them fall,
Your practiced wiles will not enthrall.
Oh, maiden of the sandalwood form,
Maiden of the sandalwood storm.

Where do you wander, with Barbie's bag in tow?
Whose heart beneath your heels will you bestow?
Where do you wander, with Barbie's bag in tow?
Whose heart beneath your heels will you bestow?
Your eyes, a flash, a spark that ignites,
Your swaying grace, a dance of delights.
Each glance, each sway, a grain that sows,
Cease your thousand poses, let them fall,
Your practiced wiles will not enthrall.
Oh, maiden of the sandalwood form,
Maiden of the sandalwood storm.

Your temper's weight, a burden you can't bear,
Only a rogue like me can truly share.
Your temper's weight, a burden you can't bear,
Only a rogue like me can truly share.
You're not so fair, to be my own,
You're not so fair, to be my own,
Yet still I suffer, my love, unknown.
Cease your thousand poses, let them fall,
Your practiced wiles will not enthrall.
Oh, maiden of the sandalwood form,
Maiden of the sandalwood storm,
Maiden of the sandalwood storm,
Maiden of the sandalwood storm.