There's a chai wallah down on fifth and sixth,
where the ladies go for a chat and a fix.
There's a wallah down on fifth and sixth,
A man made of silk and bamboo sticks.

At the corner of market there's a girl in skirts,
with a gear-driven gun, and she flirts and flirts.
There's a girl with the wallah, and her pleated skirts -
are cinched in ribbons, with laces girt.

She's got a heart of hissing, whispering steam,
girl on the corner with her spice-scented dreams.
She's got a heart of gold and a corset green,
and a ribbon-cocked hat with a copper gleam.

There's a chai wallah down on fifth and sixth,
to whom lizard carriages run for a chat and fix.
There's a wallah with his girl, and her boiler-flared skirts,
with her steam-driven heart and her smooth copper lips.

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