She walks down the street
And makes the traffic halt
She is the pretty woman
A combi of spicy sweety salt
She’ll drive you crazy
But you better drive araam se
‘Cause these are the shahar ki ladkiyaan
Otherwise you gaye kaam se
Not only this
They all have such pretty ankhiyaans
You try to convince one
And they all land up with sakhiyaans
I try to work it out somehow
But they all look the same
With a blue jeans and a red top
They all seem to be English babu’s desi mem
The more you try to maintain the duriyaan
They follow you like parchaiyyan
Now only God help us
As they create the biggest pareshaniyaan
Into the frenzy traffic
They cash their way
And when they crash onto some guy’s bike
That poor chap has a bill to pay
You dare not argue with any of them
‘Cause the public is on their side
They give just a formal sorry
And a smile too wide
To accompany them in a café
Is one of the biggest bawaal
‘Cause when you come back home
You need to answer many sawaal
So at last there’s a word of caution
To all of you
Stay away from these pretty damsels
If you really can do
They prove to be more kadak
Than any winter kadkiyaan
Because they are called the all famous
Shahar ki ladkiyaan
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