Red indiyan slat aannd milta hai lena do lnd par the saman samay par the kauch

yah thik hai.

han han... hanhan.

han, vahan is tarah vapas jao.

han han... hanhan.

han han... hanhan.

is par baithen..

is par baithen..

oh han, han, mujhe apni kamabakht ungliyon is kshan de.

oh, han, oh, han.

oh, mujhe bhar men jao, yah bhaynkar hai.

bhar men jao mera massa.

mere nakli mavad, yah bhaynkar hai bhar men jao.

oh, han.

yah mujhe bakvas hai agar tum lnbe aur vasa kamabakht, yah bhaynkar hai.

yah ek sachche aadmi hone ke lie bhaynkar hai.

aesa hi hai.

oh, oh, oh.

han, han, han, mujhe is tarah kamabakht rakhna, han, han, jor se dhakka, usne kaha, “han, mujhe bakvas! ”.

chalo, chalo, chalo, chalo, yah thik hai, yah thik hai, yah thik hai, yah thik hai.

oh, han, is tarah, han.

main is ehsas ko mis karta hoon, mujhe yah bahut pasnd hai.

oh, han, yah bahut achchha kamabakht hai.

han, han, bas mujhe is tarah kamabakht rakhna.

han, mere masse men dubki lagane ke lie.

han, mujhe bhar men jao.

han, mujhe is tarah kamabakht rakhna.

oh, han.

oh, han.

mere prkar ke mavad.

aap yah jante hain, han.

tum ise bakvas karne ke lie pyar.

oh, bhar men jao.

han, han,.

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