Eko Atlantic What makes you tick? Though I may never substitute you for tea Awe grips my waist when your figure is all I see Why do the might plunge into you Is there any peace buried beneath the surface view Tell me Tell even me I count them as men eaten as sacrificed food Couldn't you have advised them for good? Men far away from wives Toil and freeze while the sea breeze their face wipes You are beautiful Were you told? Forgive for me, for I am careless and lost my manners Will you permit me to sketch your perfect body on global banners.