Check the eggs, they might be ready
My duck heart ever since been in eddy
“You’re kidding me”, “kiddding me”—you say already
Uber-cute you’re flying me crazy

Talk on the phone, you do so slowly
Is it you? Or is it just my heart’s perfidy?
Loud I can’t be, because I might seem needy
It’s ok, I have decided to take it slow and steady

This might not become a tragedy or comedy
Not even close to an Autobiography,
On a legend like JF Kennedy
I might dance though, to Fourplay’s play lady
Whatever—I might just die—This lady written all over my Samadhi

I thought these lines might come in handy
For someone—Harry, Mary or Sandy
Someone-because I am too lazy
Can you please put some more oil in the gravy?

Came across “This lady”
This lady, always talks about This lady
Not my business—development may be?
Closed the deal had he
You wouldn’t have been here Heidi

Fuck, Edit: just came to know it’s Heena
Won’t give you crap like “mushkil hai ab jeena”
Tere Bina, Tere Bina, Tere Bina
I think I ll stick to what I have already
Ohh…this lady, this lady…..