Afreen, Afreen, you were in my dream
You were standing behind the checkout, a sight to be seen
Your wavy hair was down past your shoulders
and for me, you said, you would move boulders
You scanned my purchases with such a flair
that to you my soul I felt compelled to bare.
Afreen, Afreen, I think it's a sign
I think that Vishnu wants you to be mine
He's seen the way we converse with ease
and he knows I'm not an easy man to please
Our interactions have become so auspicious
that partition should never be considered with us
Afreen, Afreen, let's do something obscene
I want you so close that you're touching my spleen
I want you to be my bride number one
and not just see you when there's shopping to be done
I know traditionally your parents need to have a say
but in this country here we do things a different way
Afreen, Afreen, what price will it take
for you to be convinced my intentions aren't fake
I'm conveying my love to you with honour and respect
I don't just want you to pack my baguette
We can start a new life that is free from deceit
so our future transactions won't need a receipt
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