o ri chtpat chtpat chhori
natkhat natkhat gori gori
chupke se tu aawe re
hau jee ka chain churave re
karti jora jori re, pakdi teri chori re
karti jora jori re, pakdi teri chori re
o ri chtpat chtpat chhore
natkhat natkhat gorie gore
chupke se tu aawe re
hay jee ka chain churave re
karta jora jori re, pakdi teri chori re
karta jora jori re, pakdi teri chori re

rang ke gore hai, man ke kaale
padna inke kabhi koi paale
o bholi surat se bachke rahna
maano ji maano mera ye kahna
ulta tarika tera, ulta hi taar hai
ander se aur hai tu, bahar se aur hai
ander se aur hai tu, bahar se aur hai
baato me teri koi na aaye
jo bhi aaye hoye o pichhe pachhtaye re
aa ri chtpat chtpat chhori
natkhat natkhat gori gori
chupke se tu aawe re
hau jee ka chain churave re
karti jora jori re, pakdi teri chori re
ha karti jora jori re, pakdi teri chori re

ye kya kuchh main bhi kahun ha na
dekh mrei galiyo me, aana na chhodna
bairi ho log sare, munh ko na modna
bairi ho log sare, munh ko na modna
main to hu teri mane ya mane
main to hu manu, kaun man ko manaye re
o ri chtpat chtpat chhore
natkhat natkhat gore gore
chupke se tu aawe re
hau jee ka chain churave re
karti jora jori re, pakdi teri chori re
ha karti jora jori re, pakdi teri chori re
chtpat chtpat chhore oye
natkhat natkhat gore gore oye
chtpat chtpat chhori oye
natkhat natkhat gori gori oye

Oh, quick-tongued maiden, restless and bright,
Fair-skinned and playful, a mischievous light.
You steal in secret, a whisper so sly,
And snatch at the peace that in my heart does lie.
You wrestle and charm, your thievery's known,
You wrestle and charm, your secrets are shown.

Oh, quick-tongued youth, with mischief in your gaze,
Fair-skinned and restless, through life's winding maze.
You steal in secret, a shadow you cast,
And steal the calm, the peace, holding fast.
You wrestle and charm, your thievery's clear,
You wrestle and charm, your secrets draw near.

Though fair the hue, dark the heart within,
Beware their embrace, where shadows begin.
Oh, heed my warning, this truth I impart,
Stay watchful of beauty, and guard your heart.
Your ways are inverted, your strings are untrue,
What you are inside, is hidden from view.
What you are inside, is hidden from view.
In your sweet deception, none truly find bliss,
Those who are snared, later, deeply they miss.

Oh, quick-tongued maiden, restless and bright,
Fair-skinned and playful, a mischievous light.
You steal in secret, a whisper so sly,
And snatch at the peace that in my heart does lie.
You wrestle and charm, your thievery's known,
Yes, you wrestle and charm, your secrets are shown.

What of my words, do I speak true or false?
In my streets, no retreat, whatever it calls.
Though foes may surround, and scorn fill the air,
Do not turn your face, do not falter there.
For I am yours, whether you see or resist,
For I am yours, and who could resist?

Oh, quick-tongued youth, with mischief in your gaze,
Fair-skinned and restless, through life's winding maze.
You steal in secret, a shadow you cast,
And steal the calm, the peace, holding fast.
You wrestle and charm, your thievery's clear,
Yes, you wrestle and charm, your secrets draw near.
Quick-tongued boy!
Restless and fair!
Oh, quick-tongued girl!
Restless and fair!