Gilbert Osullivan. Independent Air. Zeneszám

Oh no said I don't dare defy my word
Don't you impede my heart
Make my sight blurred

Unless of course you feel
That confrontations are funny
Or sad with occasional sunny spells

You will be so intensely slow but then
You've always been that way
Since I don't know when

However wouldn't it be
Rather nice if in some way
You could run with the minimum of effort a relay?

I don't love you, look down or above you
So why should I hesitate
Not letting out my independent air?

That sweet aroma of contentment I implore
You not to ignore
Although I have to anyway

However wouldn't it be
Rather nice if in some way
You could run with the minimum of effort a relay?

I don't love you, look down or above you
So why should I hesitate
Not letting out my independent air?

That sweet aroma of contentment I implore
You not to ignore
Although I have to anyway