Lyrics: Dev Kumar Das
Music: Dev Kumar Das
Verse
You look so cool
in those suede shoes
the brown suede jacket
and those black denims
all the girls wanna have you
when you step out of that Corvette
in those black raybans
You're the man, you're the star
girls would fight to get in
if you built a harem
lights are flashing everywhere you go
you're on the billboards and magazines
Chorus
Parame I wanna be
you in real
I don't wanna feel
the pain and neglect I feel
Parame I wanna be
you in real
I don't wanna feel
the pain and neglect I feel
Verse 2
Everyone tries to walk over me
tries to wipe their feet as if I am a doormat
and if I ever need somebody
I always get seenzoned at
'Where you at?'
and girls see me
as a tissue paper
to wipe tears and dump in trash
and I'm nothing like you parame
so I lock the door and live through window glass
Chorus
Parame I wanna be
you in real
I don't wanna feel
the pain and neglect I feel
Parame I wanna be
you in real
I don't wanna feel
the pain and neglect I feel
Oh Oh