raapat rola mat karo
gili gili gich gich mat karo
yeh raapat rola mat karo
gili gili gich gich mat karo
haathon mein mere haath do
tum hamase pyaar jhatpat karo
yeh raapat rola mat karo
gili gili gich gich mat karo
haathon mein mere haath do
tum hamase pyaar jhatpat karo

Jaane do abb toh mujhe jaane do
abb toh mujhe jaane do
tin se chaar baje
chaar se paanch baje
paanch se chhe baje
aur abb hain saat baje
pall pakadake baah pakadate ho
pall pakadake baah pakadate ho
tum hamesha na yu khitpit karo
are raapat rola mat karo
gili gili gich gich mat karo
haathon mein mere haath do
tum hamase pyaar jhatpat karo

tujhe dekhake mera dil dhadake
na jaane tabiyat kyun bhadake
ban than ke yu nikal na kar
line maarate hain ladake
tujhe dekhake mera dil dhadake
na jaane tabiyat kyun bhadake
ban than ke yu nikal na kar
line maarate hai ladake
tera pyaar bada hi sasta hain
tera haal chaal bhi sasta hain
main kaise tujhse fas jaau
koyi jaan bujhkar fasata hain

Jaane do abb toh mujhe jaane do
abb toh mujhe jaane do
haay baadal chha gaye
shaam dhal gayi panchhi laut chale
kya hoga raat dhale
pall pakadake baah pakadate ho
pall pakadake baah pakadate ho
tum hamse na yu gitpit karo
taalam tola mat karo
shor sharaabe se daro
abb lag jaao mere sine se
Rehane do na yeh naatak karo
yeh raapat rola mat karo
gili gili gich gich mat karo
haathon mein mere haath do
tum hamase pyaar jhatpat karo

chashme ko chadhaakar aankhon par
Jaane de yu acting na kar
bada bore kiya tune mujhako
abb maan bhi ja ai jaan-e-jigar
chashme ko chadhaakar aankhon par
Jaane de yuun acting na kar
bada bore kiya tune mujhako
abb maan bhi ja ai jaan-e-jigar
tu sach much mujhape marata hain
mujhe dekhake aahein bharata hain
lekin main jaan gayi tujhako
majanu ki copy karata hai

Jaane do abb toh mujhe jaane do
abb toh mujhe jaane jaane do
majanu ka rang chadha
dil chor hain tu bada
ankhiya na yu lada
kyun jidd pe hain tu ada
pall pakadake baah pakadate ho
pall pakadake baah pakadate ho
kahin aur maamala fit karo
laila laila mat karo
thandi aahein mat bharo
Rehane do abb majanu miyaan
tum jyaada na khit khit karo
hey raapat rola mat karo
gili gili gich gich mat karo
haathon mein mere haath do
tum hamase pyaar jhatpat karo

Cease this clamor, this chasing game,
This sticky, clinging, whispered name.
Cease this clamor, this chasing game,
This sticky, clinging, whispered name.
Place your hand within my own,
And let your love to me be shown.
Cease this clamor, this chasing game,
This sticky, clinging, whispered name.
Place your hand within my own,
And let your love to me be shown.

Let me go now, let me leave,
Release me, let me grieve.
From three to four,
From four to five,
From five to six,
And now at seven, alive.
You clutch my shawl, you hold my sleeve,
Why with this quarrel do you weave?
Oh, cease this clamor, this chasing game,
This sticky, clinging, whispered name.
Place your hand within my own,
And let your love to me be shown.

My heart it leaps to see your face,
Why does my temper leave its place?
So dressed, you venture forth with pride,
And boys for you their lines confide.
My heart it leaps to see your face,
Why does my temper leave its place?
So dressed, you venture forth with pride,
And boys for you their lines confide.
Your love, I see, is cheap and base,
Your very state, a common case.
How could I fall, how be ensnared?
Who willingly into such snares is dared?

Let me go now, let me leave,
Release me, let me grieve.
The clouds have gathered, gray and deep,
The dusk descends, the birds now sleep.
What will become when darkness falls?
You clutch my shawl, you hold my sleeve,
Why with this quarrel do you weave?
No more disputes, no more loud cries,
From all this noise, my spirit flies.
Now let your head upon me rest,
And cease this drama in my breast.
Oh, cease this clamor, this chasing game,
This sticky, clinging, whispered name.
Place your hand within my own,
And let your love to me be shown.

Your glasses perched upon your eyes,
No more this acting, no more lies.
You bore me so, you weary me,
Now understand, my heart's decree.
Your glasses perched upon your eyes,
No more this acting, no more lies.
You bore me so, you weary me,
Now understand, my heart's decree.
You truly, madly, long for me?
You sigh and long when you see me?
But I have seen through all your play,
A copy of Majnu, come what may!

Let me go now, let me leave,
Release me, let me grieve.
The color of Majnu, you embrace,
A thief of hearts, in time and space.
Do not your eyes to mine now bind,
Why do you cling, of stubborn mind?
You clutch my shawl, you hold my sleeve,
Find elsewhere where to interweave.
No Layla now, no mournful sighs,
Leave Majnu's echoes in the skies.
Let it be, the Majnu has come,
You argue too much, overcome.
Oh, cease this clamor, this chasing game,
This sticky, clinging, whispered name.
Place your hand within my own,
And let your love to me be shown.