I was traveling in Delhi
When I noticed something smelly,
A lentil dish I didn’t want at all.
I asked “what’s that?” They said
“That’s for punishment,”
And explained to me the dish was vudu dahl.
I was traveling in Delhi
When I noticed something smelly,
A lentil dish I didn’t want at all.
I asked “what’s that?” They said
“That’s for punishment,”
And explained to me the dish was vudu dahl.
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