hey aankh pe chasma hath me limca
don't touch me
are aankh pe chasma hath me limca
aankh pe chasma hath me limca
lach lach lachke kamariya
style ae style mare chokariya
style mare chokariya
lahrake lal chunariya
style mare chokariya
style mare chokariya
lahrake lal chunariya
style mare chokariya

julmi adao se jiya tadpaye
you idiot
are julmi adao se jiya tadpaye
dhak dhak mera ye dil dhadkaye
haye haye haye
chale ye chal matwali
badan phulwa ki hai dali
mohabbat karta mai isko
ye mujhko deti hai gali
pahan ke high heel ka sandal
are are re
pahan ke high heel ka sandal
chale ye bich bajariya
style are style
style mare chokariya
style mare chokariya
lahrake lal chunariya
style mare chokariya

chalti hai dekho yaro
lahanga uthaye
oye chalti hai dekho yaro
lahanga uthaye
gore gore paavo ko
dekhu man bhaye
haye haye haye
mera ghar kabse hai khali
banau isko gharwali
mujhe wo har ladki hai pasand
jo hoti hai nakhre wali
gora badan gujrat ki gauri haye haye
kaim cho
gora badan gujrat ki gauri
jaise son machariya
style mare chokariya
style mare chokariya
lahrake lal chunariya
style mare chokariya
are piche pada bengal ka babu
dekho dekho
piche pada bengal ka babu
mare hum pe najariya
gir jaye
gir jaye dil pe bijuriya
gir jaye dil pe bijuriya
haye pakde mohe akbariya
gir jaye dil pe bijuriya
style mare chokariya
lahrake lal chunariya
style mare chokariya
gir jaye dil pe bijuriya
are style mare chokariya
gir jaye dil pe buijuriya
are style mare chokariya

Spectacles perched, Limca in hand, "Don't Touch Me!"
Spectacles perched, Limca in hand,
Spectacles perched, Limca, hips sway,
Style, oh style, the girls they play,
Style, the girls they tease, in crimson sway,
Style, the girls they play.

With cruel graces, my heart they tease, "You Idiot!"
With cruel graces, my heart they tease,
Thump, thump, my heart it beats,
Oh, how they walk, their steps so sweet,
A body like a flower's limb, I love,
Yet she, she curses me from above,
Wearing high-heeled sandals,
Oh, oh, wearing high-heeled sandals,
They walk the market's heart, style, oh style,
Style, the girls they play.

See them walk, their skirts they raise,
Oh, see them walk, their skirts they raise,
Fair feet I see, my heart ablaze,
Oh, my home, for how long empty waits,
I would make her my wife,
I love each girl with a haughty life,
Fair skin, a Gujarati maiden, oh my,
How are you, fair skin, Gujarati maiden?
Like golden fishes, style, the girls they play,
Style, the girls they play, behind them, a Bengali Babu,
See, see, behind them, a Bengali Babu,
He throws glances, and falls,
Falls, falls upon my heart, like lightning's call,
Style, the girls they play, in crimson sway,
Style, the girls they play, falls on my heart like lightning's call,
Oh, style, the girls they play.