Makhan Chor Melody

(hahaha) Little baby Krishna crawls,

on his tiny knees so small

He hides behind the kitchen door,

looking for butter on the floor

His eyes so wide,

his plans so sly,

he sneaks and steals with a happy cry

Makhan Chor, Makhan Chor,

the butter thief we all adore (ooh) Makhan Chor,

Makhan Chor, Yashoda's heart he steals even more

Maiyya turns, he runs away,

with butter on his face so gay

She catches him

and says 'Oh no,'

but Krishna says 'It wasn't me,

you know' (hehehe)

Oh my little naughty one,

you steal the butter,

you steal the fun

But I love you

with all my heart,

my little Makhan Chor,

my work of art (ahhhh)

Makhan Chor, Makhan Chor,

we laugh and sing forevermore (hahaha) Makhan Chor,

Makhan Chor, our little Krishna we adore

Krishna... my baby... my butter thief...

forever (giggle)