main akela raat kaa mela, tu kaha se aayi
aise me tu bhul ke rasta, mujhse aa takarai
yeh ladki jara see divanee lagti hai
mujhe toh yeh gudiya japani lagti hai
yeh ladki jara see divanee lagti hai
mujhe toh yeh gudiya japani lagti hai

aisi najuk hai yeh, galati se ise
koyi chhule toh yeh tut jaye
aisi najuk hai yeh, galati se ise
koyi chhule toh yeh tut jaye
chabhi se ye chale, chabhi se ye ruke
chabhi se ye hase ruth jaaye
kanch ki hai gudiya, kaagaj ki hai pudiya
kisi shaitan kee nanee lagati hai
yeh ladki jara see divanee lagti hai
mujhe toh yeh gudiya japani lagti hai

ham akele raat ke mele, tu kaha se aaya
aise me tu bhul ke rasta, hamse aa takraya
yeh ladka jara sa divana lagata hai
gadi kaa koyi modal purana lagata hai
yeh ladka jara sa divana lagata hai
gadi kaa koyi modal purana lagata hai

aate jate huye raste pe khade
bade dekhe aise divane, aisa kya
aate jate huye raste pe khade
bade dekhe aise divane
jaha pe bhee koyi achchhi surat jachi
vahee ruke kisi bahaane
aise hero ban ke ga raha hai koyi
kisee nayi film kaa gana lagta hai
yeh ladka jara sa divana lagta hai
gadi kaa koyi modal purana lagata hai
yeh ladki jara see divanee lagti hai
mujhe toh yeh gudiya japani lagti hai
yeh ladka jara sa divana lagta hai
gadi kaa koyi modal purana lagata hai
yeh ladki jara see divanee lagti hai
mujhe toh yeh gudiya japani lagti hai

I, a lone fair in the night's expanse, whence came you?
Lost on a path, you stumbled, colliding, anew.
This girl, a touch mad, it seems to be true,
A Japanese doll, a vision I view.
This girl, a touch mad, it seems to be true,
A Japanese doll, a vision I view.

So fragile, she is, a whisper, a touch,
And she shatters, oh, ever so much.
So fragile, she is, a whisper, a touch,
And she shatters, oh, ever so much.
A key to her dance, a key to her cease,
A key to her laughter, and then her release.
A doll made of glass, a packet of paper,
A mischievous demon's grandmother, maybe.
This girl, a touch mad, it seems to be true,
A Japanese doll, a vision I view.

We, two lost in the night's embrace, whence came you?
Lost on a path, you stumbled, colliding, anew.
This boy, a touch mad, it seems to be true,
A vintage car model, from a bygone view.
This boy, a touch mad, it seems to be true,
A vintage car model, from a bygone view.

On paths we've walked, so many stood,
Like you, my friend, misunderstood.
On paths we've walked, so many stood,
Like you, my friend, misunderstood.
Wherever beauty has caught his eye,
He lingers, beneath a sky.
Singing a song, a hero so grand,
From a new film's tune, across the land.
This boy, a touch mad, it seems to be true,
A vintage car model, from a bygone view.
This girl, a touch mad, it seems to be true,
A Japanese doll, a vision I view.
This boy, a touch mad, it seems to be true,
A vintage car model, from a bygone view.
This girl, a touch mad, it seems to be true,
A Japanese doll, a vision I view.