hey surat hai meri bholi
dushman hai meri choli
ha surat hai meri bholi
dushman hai meri choli
isko pahan ke jau jaha
chal jaye waha pe goli
surat hai meri bholi
dushman hai meri choli
isko pahan ke jau jaha
chal jaye waha pe goli
are surat hai meri bholi
dushman hai meri choli

aage piche daye baye khade
meri jawani ke charche bade
aage piche daye baye khade
meri jawani ke charche bade
aashiq bane diwane bane
mere hazaaro fasane bane
aashiq bane diwane bane
mere hazaro fasane bane
mai husn ki rangoli
ho ho aah aah ha ae

naam mera antya koli
aaya hai leke toli
ha naam mera antya koli
aaya hai leke toli
are jo machli mere dil ko lubhaye
uski lagau boli ho ho ho
surat hai meri bholi
dushman hai meri choli

ghayal kare teri tirchi nazar
churi chalati hai patli kamar
are ghayal kare teri tirchi nazar
churi chalati hai patli kamar
aaungi na mai teri jaal me
jadu hai koi meri chaal me
aaungi na mai teri jaal me
jadu hai koi meri chaal me
are bijli giri jo doli
ae naam mera antya koli
aaya hai leke toli
jo machli mere dil ko lubhaye
uski lagau boli ho ho ho
surat hai meri bholi
are dushman hai meri choli
isko pahan ke jau jaha
chal jaye waha pe goli

My face, a naive bloom,
My blouse, a harbinger of doom.
My face, a naive bloom,
My blouse, a harbinger of doom.
Where I venture, garment dressed,
A bullet finds its destined breast.
My face, a naive bloom,
My blouse, a harbinger of doom.
Where I venture, garment dressed,
A bullet finds its destined breast.
Oh, my face, a naive bloom,
My blouse, a harbinger of doom.

Front and back, right and left, they stand,
My youth, the talk across the land.
Front and back, right and left, they stand,
My youth, the talk across the land.
Lovers formed, and madmen too,
My thousand tales, forever new.
Lovers formed, and madmen too,
My thousand tales, forever new.
I am beauty's vibrant plea,
Ho ho ah ah ha ay.

My name is Antya Koli,
Here, with my merry company.
My name is Antya Koli,
Here, with my merry company.
The fish that tempts my heart's desire,
To its tune, I set my fire, ho ho ho.
My face, a naive bloom,
My blouse, a harbinger of doom.

Your glance, a wound, a cruel design,
Your slender waist, a sharpened spine.
Oh, your glance, a wound, a cruel design,
Your slender waist, a sharpened spine.
I will not fall into your snare,
Magic weaves within my air.
I will not fall into your snare,
Magic weaves within my air.
Lightning strikes, a swaying throne,
Ay, my name is Antya Koli,
Here, with my merry company.
The fish that tempts my heart's desire,
To its tune, I set my fire, ho ho ho.
My face, a naive bloom,
Oh, my blouse, a harbinger of doom.
Where I venture, garment dressed,
A bullet finds its destined breast.