The politics of nations got me downnGeography and policy have run me out of townnSeems like worldly things have come between us nownBut I've got the will and if there's a waynI'll get to you somehownnOmobolasire, I really wanna see yanOmobolasire, hang on because I'm on my waynnShe is my lovernFrom the heart of AfricanLike no othernPrincess of NigerianI was deliriousnYa that sun was beating downnLady mysteriousnLike an oasis that I foundnAnd then she smilednAnd then she camenAnd when she spokenShe told me her namennOmobolasire, I really wanna see yanOmobolasire, hang on because I'm on my waynnShort cut through Lagos nThrough the market place togethernWas getting seriousnI could have stayed that way forevernnAs fate dictated I had to go back home to LondonnMy heart vibratednCause I knew I had to get to younnThen came that sad daynA flight from Heathrow back to LagosnDesperate to see yanBut they would not let me throughnWhat can I do?n'Cept write to younAnd everyday my letters will say