o my god
o my god hasino ko kyun de di tumne haay itni beauty
har diwana aankh ladana samjhe apani duty duty
o my god hasino ko kyun de di tumne haay itni beauty
har diwana aankh ladana samjhe apani duty duty
o my god

dekhake inke chaand se chehare dil ke taare tute
inki jail mei jakar kaidi saari umr na chhute
pyaar ki chakki ro ro pise kha kar rukhi sukhi
are kha kar rukhi sukhi sukhi o my god

o miss lilli tere ghar mein telephone jo hota
telephone pe aashiq apane dil ke dukhade rota
tum kya jaano meri mohabbat sachchi hai ya jhuthi
are sachchi hai ya jhuthi jhuthi
hey you fraud aur kisiko dikhlana ye surat tuti phuti
tum jaiso se karati mister pyaar hamari juti juti
hey you fraud aur kisiko dikhalana ye surat tuti phuti
tum jaiso se karati mister pyaar hamari juti juti
hey you fraud

aap hai mister ho romantic o my god bachana
aap hai mister ho romantic o my god bachaana
aap ka pesha har ladaki se chhup chhup aankh ladaana
aap ka pesha har ladaki se chhup chhup aankh ladaana
inaki baate bandal hai ji inaki baate jhuthi
are inaki baate jhuthi jhuthi
hey you fraud or kisiko dikhlana ye surat tuti phuti
tum jaiso se karati mister pyaar hamari juti juti
o my god hasino ko kyun de di tumne haye itani beauty
har diwaana aankh ladana samjhe apni duty duty
o my god

Oh, My God,
Why bestow such beauty on these dazzling dames?
Every lovelorn fool mistakes glances as his sacred games, games.
Oh, My God,
Why bestow such beauty on these dazzling dames?
Every lovelorn fool mistakes glances as his sacred games, games.
Oh, My God.

At the sight of their moonlit faces, hearts shatter in the night.
Imprisoned in their gaze, captives linger, devoid of light.
The millstone of love grinds with tears, on dry bread we chew,
Oh, how we chew!

Oh, Miss Lily, if a telephone graced your halls,
Lovers would weep their woes in anguished calls.
You cannot know if my love is real or untrue,
Oh, if it's true!
Hey, you fraud! Display your cracked facade to someone new.
My love, a shoe, kicks at the likes of you, it's true, it's true!
Hey, you fraud! Display your cracked facade to someone new.
My love, a shoe, kicks at the likes of you, it's true, it's true!
Hey, you fraud!

You, sir, are a romantic, oh, My God, deliver me!
You, sir, are a romantic, oh, My God, deliver me!
Your profession: secretly flirting with every she.
Your profession: secretly flirting with every she.
Their words are bundles, their promises, a lie,
Oh, it's a lie!
Hey, you fraud! Display your cracked facade to someone new.
My love, a shoe, kicks at the likes of you, it's true, it's true!
Oh, My God, why bestow such beauty on these dazzling dames?
Every lovelorn fool mistakes glances as his sacred games.
Oh, My God.