In this world full of lust,
I was sitting like the Beatrice,
Always escaping from the cupids arrow,
Being a 'man hater'.
You were not the Benedick of my life,
But still you got that magic,
You opened me up,
You worked in your ways.
This time cupids arrow,
And your smart wit did the work,
Now, I am here love struck,
I am here love struck.