I love Atika,
cos there is something about Atika.

She makes me hot,
she makes me cool;
I have gone mad,
she makes me love fool.

She is so foxy,
she calls me her toy;
she made me blossom,
from baby to a teenage boy.

Cos there is something about Atika.

I used to dream about nothing,
before we ever met;
now all my underwears are dirty,
cos she make my dreams wet.

My mom loves her,
my dad likes her,
so is my brother and Gunnu;
now everybody is ready,
but only one formality to say “I do”.

Cos there is something about Atika.

I forgot to chat,
I forgot to bat;
like I need to speed,
she gives me love feed;
without you,
my life will be midlife sadness,
and my world will become midtown madness.

Cos there is something about Atika.

In the morning she bring smiles,
when she wakes me;
in the night she causes bliss,
when she makes me ( come).

And now I am afraid,
cos the result is coming out;
whether pass or fail,
but I will keep loving Atika,
without any doubt.

Cos there is something about atika.