omobolasire

the politics of nations got me down

geography and policy have run me out of town

seems like worldly things have come between

us now

but i've got the will and if there's a way

i'll get to you somehow

omobolasire

i really wanta see ya

omobolasire

hang on because i'm on my way

she is my lover

from the heart of africa

like no other

princess of nigeria

i was delirious

ya that sun was beating down

lady mysterious

like an oasis that i found

and then she smiled

and then she came

and when she spoke

she told me her name

omobolasire

i really wanta see ya

omobolasire

hang on because i'm on my way

short cut through lagos

through the market place together

was getting serious

i could have stayed that way forever

as fate dictated i had to go back home to

london

my heart vibrated

cause i knew i had to get to you

then came that sad day

a flight from heathrow back to lagos

desperate to see ya

but they would not let me through

what can i do?

'cept write to you

and every day my letters will say