He, who plundered maiden hearts,
The world called "Kaka," love's dark arts.
Bollywood's first supernova bright,
From Limi's secret, started the fight.
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears."
Hollywood whispers, Katy Perry's plea,
Anjali's dance, for all to see.
Two foes now, intertwined and bold,
Met in India, a story told.
MP Belly, they sought a night's embrace,
Where to party, in time and space?
A taxi guide, a disco's gleam,
Anjali's challenge, a whispered dream.
A bar's rush, a baby's soft delight,
Drinking beer, in the fading light.
Memories surface, from across the sea,
"Widmiss, dear," what once used to be.
Memories surface, from across the sea,
"Widmiss, dear," what once used to be.
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears."
Pushpa, I hate tears,
Pushpa, I hate tears.
Popular, like Kaka's grace,
No star shines brighter, time and space.
"Babumoshai," his unique refrain,
Arrows of the heart, a lover's pain.
My chosen dessert, my heart's desire,
When will my queen ignite the fire?
When will the season of joy unfold?
Life's fleeting moments, stories told.
Come, come, come, come, come near,
Before the party, conquer fear.
Dance, sing, feast, without a sigh,
Open your ears to hear the sky.
From across the sea, the words they'd share,
British beer, beyond compare.
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears."
Pushpa, I hate tears, Pushpa, I hate tears,
Pushpa, I hate tears, oh...
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