MusicI was on holidaysI really got no ways to leave DelhiI was chilling in the streetsI had no one else in my heartThen I saw your eyesAnd I fell asleepI saw your smileAnd I fell asleepFrom Delhi to DubaiYou don't know, I became a fan of youI lost everything in your brown eyesYour nose is like a snakeIt will bite meYou took my heart away from meGive me your addressAnd I will follow you on InstagramI don't know how to answer youI don't understand youI am intoxicated by youPatnao's PatooraChattigarh's ChirolaChirolaOn the roads of DelhiI am a fan of youPatnao's PatooraChattigarh's ChirolaOn the roads of DelhiI am a fan of youPatnao's PatooraChirola ChirolaI am a fan of youOn the road of DelhiI am a fan of youPatnao's Patoora ChirolaChirola ChirolaThe gallery is full of usOh my dearYou give me a chanceAnd dance with meRomance is leftDon't leave meI will dance all nightListen to meI will touch your handAnd if you don't wantThen why don't you drink a bottle of MambaOh my dearOn the road of ShimlaOh my dearI will touch your handAnd dance with meOn the road of DelhiOh my dearI will touch your handAnd dance with meOn the road of DelhiOh my dearThank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.