Your lover, a superstar, a desi art,
I, a Jat's son, I do not yield my heart.
What will the world think of us, my dear?
Forget it, leave it, let your worries disappear.
Cast off your parents' fear,
And from your heart, let worry veer.
What will the world think of us, my dear?
Forget it, leave it, let your worries disappear.
Cast off your parents' fear,
And from your heart, let worry veer.
You are my Heer, I've loved you, through and through,
Each Thursday, prayed for you, to the holy Guru.
Your lover, a superstar, a desi art,
I, a Jat's son, I do not yield my heart.
Your lover, a superstar, a desi art,
I'll take you away, if you but impart,
I, a Jat's son, will never turn back.
What will the world think of us, my dear?
Forget it, leave it, let your worries disappear.
Cast off your parents' fear,
And from your heart, let worry veer.
What will the world think of us, my dear?
Forget it, leave it, let your worries disappear.
Cast off your parents' fear,
And from your heart, let worry veer, veer.
Your lover, a superstar, a superstar.
I, a Jat's son, I do not yield my heart.
You're near, so near, and yet apart,
Without you, my life falls from its art.
My life's thread dwindles, time runs fast,
Baby, are you alright, at last?
I'll solve each problem, you believe,
Just chill, and don't grieve.
Those who stand between us, I'll bereave,
Baby, are you alright, I conceive?
Your lover, a superstar, a desi art,
I, a Jat's son, I do not yield my heart.
What will the world think of us, my dear?
Forget it, leave it, disappear, disappear,
Cast off your parents' fear,
And from your heart, let worry veer.
Do this, unlock the locker, take your pay, then lock it tight,
Keep your phone, but don't forget the charger, shining bright.
Now, prepare a bag, a hurried flight,
Hold on, don't be scared, no fright.
Take your ID, your passport, credit card and code,
Your slippers, the sticker you placed, your fridge abode.
Your glossy lips, for me, some liquor bestowed,
Don't you worry, just do it, the quicker the road.
Now, to your parents' room, the door you seal,
With me, pack some roti and bhindi, a hearty meal.
Today, by God's grace, everything's been set,
Your parents, in slumber, softly are met.
I gave your dog a biscuit with a sedative set,
Excited, I booked a honeymoon package, I bet.
Your lover, a superstar, a desi art,
I, a Jat's son, I do not yield my heart.
I, a Jat's son, I do not yield my heart.
You are my Heer, I've loved you, through and through,
Each Thursday, prayed for you, to the holy Guru.
Your lover, a superstar, a desi art,
I, a Jat's son, I do not yield my heart.
Your lover, a superstar, a superstar.
What will the world think of us, my dear?
Forget it, let it go, let it veer.
Cast off your parents' fear,
And from your heart, let worry veer.
What will the world think of us, my dear?
Forget it, leave it, disappear.
Your lover, a superstar, a desi art.
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