The song that is rocking the nation
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A smooth sports car, pushing my luck Spring flower garden, whom to pluck Bhool Bhulaiyaa…it’s party time Pump up the volume, heat up the climeA smooth sports car, pushing my luck
Spring flower garden, whom to pluck
Bhool Bhulaiyaa…it’s party time
Pump up the volume, heat up the clime -
In a rockstar mood, no time to brood So many to choose, what luck dude! Phil, Jim, Paul or smiling Santana Ab hai meri baari, suno mera gaanaIn a rockstar mood, no time to brood
So many to choose, what luck dude!
Phil, Jim, Paul or smiling Santana
Ab hai meri baari, suno mera gaana -
‘Paint my love, ’ screams the fluorescent sky Head over ‘heels’, the hips don’t lie A pack of hyenas lurking on the prowl In the game of obsession, there’s no foul‘Paint my love,’ screams the fluorescent sky
Head over ‘heels’, the hips don’t lie
A pack of hyenas lurking on the prowl
In the game of obsession, there’s no foul -
The tiresome evening is setting languorously Shades of passion simmer tantalizingly Trembling breeze whispers sweet nothings Waiting tent opens up the arms, and desire sings…The tiresome evening is setting languorously
Shades of passion simmer tantalizingly
Trembling breeze whispers sweet nothings
Waiting tent opens up the arms, and desire sings… -
Waves of worship drenching the bodies Nature’s endowments craving to please In the eyes of God, the music forever plays No one shall forget, Hare Ram Hare Ram daysWaves of worship drenching the bodies
Nature’s endowments craving to please
In the eyes of God, the music forever plays
No one shall forget, Hare Ram Hare Ram days