When my soul screams dieting
and my weighing machine is just about to cry
all I can hear is french fry with adrak waali Chai
When the poet inside me goes in Coma
But world tells me to give writing another try
all I can remember is french fry with adrak wali chai.
When I want to detach from the world
lost in the search of new high
I find my love in french fry and adrak wali chai
and my weighing machine is just about to cry
all I can hear is french fry with adrak waali Chai
When the poet inside me goes in Coma
But world tells me to give writing another try
all I can remember is french fry with adrak wali chai.
When I want to detach from the world
lost in the search of new high
I find my love in french fry and adrak wali chai
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