Every stare of your eyes,
Makes my heart smoke;
Indians take it as a signal,
Your love massacred an innocent bloke.

Your love runs through my veins,
Like lava hot and red;
I feel your presence in my fingers,
And I feel you in my head.

I burn in your absence,
I burn in your desire;
Without you, I live in boiler room,
And I sleep on the bed of pyre.

Your killer looks and the stellar beauty,
Make the sparks fly,
Intense passion and deep love,
Make the mercury reach new high.