pehan ke chalti jeans tight
jeans ke upar t-shirt white
dekho iske left right
ye ladki hai dynamite
dynamite, dynamite, dynamite

pehan ke chalti jeans tight
jeans ke upar t-shirt white
kapde hai ye tight tight
main ladki hun dynamite
dynamite, dynamite, dynamite

padhti kam fashion jyada
dikhti ye koi dada
chaal dhaal se lagti hai
ladki kam ladka jyada
he padhti kam fashion jyada
dikhti ye koi dada
chaal dhaal se lagti hai
ladki kam ladka jyada
pehan ke chalti jeans tight
jeans ke upar t-shirt white
kapde hai ye tight tight
main ladki hun dynamite
dynamite, dynamite, dynamite

dekh nahi tu ye chehra
laga nahi mujhpe pehra
paas mere tu mat aana
ter liye hai ye khatra
ha dekh nahi tu ye chehra
laga nahi mujhpe pehra
paas mere tu mat aana
ter liye hai ye khatra
pehan ke chalti jeans tight
jeans ke upar t-shirt white
dekho iske left right
ye ladki hai dynamite
dynamite, dynamite, dynamite

pehan ke chalti jeans tight
jeans ke upar t-shirt white
kapde hai ye tight tight
main ladki hun dynamite
dynamite, dynamite, dynamite

She strides in denim, a sculpted form,
White tee embraces, weathering the storm.
Observe her left, her right, a fiery grace,
This girl, a dynamite, in time and space.
Dynamite, dynamite, a burning light.

She strides in denim, a sculpted hold,
White tee embraces, stories yet untold.
The fabric clings, a whispered, tight embrace,
I am the dynamite, in this defiant space.
Dynamite, dynamite, a burning heart.

Less books she reads, more style she claims,
A presence bold, that life proclaims.
Her gait, her stance, a masculine art,
Less girl she seems, and more a counterpart.
Ah, less books she reads, more style she'll seize,
A presence bold, that never appeases.
Her gait, her stance, a masculine plea,
Less girl she seems, eternally free.
She strides in denim, the form defined,
White tee embracing, a spirit enshrined.
Observe her left, her right, a vibrant spark,
This girl, a dynamite, leaving her mark.
Dynamite, dynamite, a burning flame.

Do not gaze upon this visage bright,
No walls will hold me, in endless night.
Approach me not, if safety you seek,
For danger dances, the words I speak.
Ah, do not gaze upon this sunlit face,
No bounds can hold me, in time and space.
Approach me not, if peace you crave,
For danger beckons, beyond the grave.
She strides in denim, the form so tight,
White tee embracing, bathed in light.
Observe her left, her right, a fiery art,
This girl, a dynamite, tearing apart.
Dynamite, dynamite, a blazing fire.

She strides in denim, her essence true,
White tee embracing, visions anew.
The fabric clings, the secrets kept,
I am the dynamite, where dreams have slept.
Dynamite, dynamite, forevermore.