gore gore ye chhore
gore gore ye chhore

ye ishq ishq chillate hai oooh yeah
ye gali gali mandaraate hai oooh yeah
ye ishq ishq chillate hai oooh yeah
ye gali gali mandaraate hai oooh yeah

shadi ki dagar naa jaye magar
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore

andar se chahe kuchh bhi ho ye
adaa magar hai hiro wali
din rat kitaabe padhte hai ye
ladaki ki taswiro wali

kahi jivan mela oye shava
par shadi jhamela oye shava

darwaja inhe dikhlaao zara
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore

gore gore yeh chhore
gore gore yeh chhore

shadi ki jo bat karo toh
buri yeh halat karte hai achcha
bin shadi sang rehne ki ye
badi wakalat karte hai

har ladaki pyari oye shava
bin jimmivari oye shava

laila ke bina yeh majanu bane
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore

jab ye budhe ho jayenge
khans khans ke reh jayenge
kandhe par koi hath naa hoga
ham dum koi sath naa hoga

thokar khayenge oye shava
phir pachtayenge oye shava

tab yad inne aayenge ham
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore chhore
ye gore gore se chhore

ye ishq ishq chillate hai oooh yeah
ye gali gali mandaraate hai oooh yeah

shadi ki dagar naa jaye magar
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore
ye gore gore se chhore

Fair-skinned lads, they are,
Fair-skinned lads, they are,
Crying love, love, they do, uh-yeh,
Roaming every street, uh-yeh,
The path of marriage, they won't tread,
These fair-skinned lads.

Though inside, they may be another,
Their manner, a hero's guise,
They read day and night,
Of girls, their pictured eyes.
Life, a fair, oh shava,
But marriage, a mess, oh shava,
Show them the door, just a little,
These fair-skinned lads.

When marriage you mention,
Their state worsens, oh so,
Without marriage, to live together,
Greatly they advocate, you know.
Every girl, lovely, oh shava,
Without responsibility, oh shava,
Without Laila, Majnu they become,
These fair-skinned lads.

When they grow old,
Coughing, they'll remain,
No hand on their shoulder,
No companion will remain,
They will stumble, oh shava,
Then regret, oh shava.

Then they will remember us,
These fair-skinned lads.
Crying love, love, they do, uh-yeh,
Roaming every street, uh-yeh,
The path of marriage, they won't tread,
These fair-skinned lads.