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