Love in Mumbai is hard to come by...
When it does come....
It's fast and furious....
Just like the life here....
The traffic slow and sluggish....
The love fast and momentary.
A flash of lightening....
A torrential rain....
A big fat salary....
Gone in sixty seconds.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by....
Just like the water here....
In short supply....
Yet a burst pipeline here and there.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by...
Just like my feelings....
Hard to understand....
Difficult to get through.
Just like my thoughts....
Impenetrable....
A tableau on display....
A mask put on....
But, an open book....
For the one who really cares.
Shake her from her reverie....
Wake her up....
Say the birds....
Oops! The crows....
The city that never sleeps...
Beckon the streets and expressway....
Wake up Girl!
Time to move that heavy bottom...
Move that arse....
Says the alarm clock....
Move it says the resolve....
Love in Mumbai takes a backseat...
In the AC bus......
Hanging at times from the pole...
Wondering if a change in profession is due....
Become a pole dancer or trapeze artist...
Life in Mumbai...
Makes you think so.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by....
Am so in love with the tough nut to crack...
Nuts he is .... Nuttier am I.
My jaan, my love...
Is an enigma...
My power source and my stigma.
Yet, I love him true....
He makes me smile even in troubled times....
He is my love and I love him true.
When it does come....
It's fast and furious....
Just like the life here....
The traffic slow and sluggish....
The love fast and momentary.
A flash of lightening....
A torrential rain....
A big fat salary....
Gone in sixty seconds.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by....
Just like the water here....
In short supply....
Yet a burst pipeline here and there.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by...
Just like my feelings....
Hard to understand....
Difficult to get through.
Just like my thoughts....
Impenetrable....
A tableau on display....
A mask put on....
But, an open book....
For the one who really cares.
Shake her from her reverie....
Wake her up....
Say the birds....
Oops! The crows....
The city that never sleeps...
Beckon the streets and expressway....
Wake up Girl!
Time to move that heavy bottom...
Move that arse....
Says the alarm clock....
Move it says the resolve....
Love in Mumbai takes a backseat...
In the AC bus......
Hanging at times from the pole...
Wondering if a change in profession is due....
Become a pole dancer or trapeze artist...
Life in Mumbai...
Makes you think so.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by....
Am so in love with the tough nut to crack...
Nuts he is .... Nuttier am I.
My jaan, my love...
Is an enigma...
My power source and my stigma.
Yet, I love him true....
He makes me smile even in troubled times....
He is my love and I love him true.