Title: Dosa

Title: Dosa Chorus: Don’t cha wish your dosa was hot like me? Don’t cha wish your dosa was crispy like me, dosa Don’t cha wish your dosa was stuffed like me? Don’t cha wish your dosa was spicy like me? Verse 1: I know you like that golden brown delight Masala filling makes you crave all night With chutney on the side, you can’t resist Every single bite’s a little crispy twist Pre-Chorus: I see you sneaking a bite when no one’s around The sambar’s calling, hear that flavor sound Fold it, roll it, dip it, you can’t lie Once you taste a dosa, you’ll reach for the sky Chorus: Don’t cha wish your dosa was hot like me? Don’t cha wish your dosa was crispy like me, dosa Don’t cha wish your dosa was stuffed like me? Don’t cha wish your dosa was spicy like me? Verse 2: Breakfast, lunch, or dinner, anytime’s the right time With potato, onion, and chili, every bite’s prime South Indian magic, straight from the pan Once you taste this dosa, you’ll be a fan Bridge: Dipped in sambar, rolled up tight Coconut chutney makes it just right Golden, flaky, warm in your hand Every single dosa’s a taste so grand Chorus (Outro): Don’t cha wish your dosa was hot like me? Don’t cha wish your dosa was crispy like me, dosa Don’t cha wish your dosa was stuffed like me? Don’t cha wish your dosa was spicy like me?