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Lyrics of Baby Makeup Karna Chod - मस्कारा मस्कट से लायी, लिपस्टिक लंडन से लायी
maskaara muscat se layi, lipstick london se layi
maskaara muscat se layi, lipstick london se layi
makeup aisa karti hai ji, jaise isne kari padhayi
roko isko koi to mera, nahi chalta hai zor
re baby makeup karna chod, re tera aashiq ho gaya bore
re sona khara khara tu laage, re uthake le jayenge chor
re baby makeup karna chod, re tera aashiq ho gaya bore
re sona khara khara tu laage, re uthake le jayenge chor
do ghante me nahati hai, fir bhaag ke bahar aati hai
fir do ghante body pe ye, lotion roz lagati hai
baal sukhane me lag jaate, fir do ghante aur
re baby makeup karna chod, re tera aashiq ho gaya bore
re sona khara khara tu laage, re uthake le jayenge chor
re baby makeup karna chod, re tera aashiq ho gaya bore
re sona khara khara tu laage, re uthake le jayenge chor
6 baje ye shaam ke dekho, makeup box nikale
rang birange chehre pe ye, kya kya chitra banave
sade nau mujhe fir kehti, 5 minute de aur
re baby makeup karna chod, re tera aashiq ho gaya bore
re sona khara khara tu laage, re uthake le jayenge chor
re baby makeup karna chod, re tera aashiq ho gaya bore
re sona khara khara tu laage, re uthake le jayenge chor
oye mere baby, oye mere baby, oye mere baby
re t o n y tony
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Baby Makeup Karna Chod
From Muscat's sands, a mascara's gleam,
Lipstick whispered from London's dream.
She paints a face, a learned art,
As if a scholar held her heart.
Someone stop her, I implore,
My strength has fled, I can't take more.
Oh baby, cease this painted guise,
Your lover's weary, in his eyes.
Pure gold you are, a shining prize,
Thieves will come, beneath the skies.
Oh baby, cease this painted guise,
Your lover's weary, in his eyes.
Thieves will come, beneath the skies.
Two hours spent in cleansing grace,
Then rushes forth, to find her space.
Two more hours, lotion's touch,
Upon her skin, loved so much.
Hair drying, a lengthy quest,
Two more hours, put to the test.
Oh baby, cease this painted guise,
Your lover's weary, in his eyes.
Pure gold you are, a shining prize,
Thieves will come, beneath the skies.
Oh baby, cease this painted guise,
Your lover's weary, in his eyes.
Thieves will come, beneath the skies.
At evening's hour, the sixth bell chimes,
Makeup's box, it now climbs.
Colors burst, upon her face,
Creating art, in time and space.
At half past nine, she says, "Just five,"
A timeless lie, to keep alive.
Oh baby, cease this painted guise,
Your lover's weary, in his eyes.
Pure gold you are, a shining prize,
Thieves will come, beneath the skies.
Oh baby, cease this painted guise,
Your lover's weary, in his eyes.
Thieves will come, beneath the skies.
Oh my baby, oh my baby, oh my baby.
T.O.N.Y.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
