That calling from that porch again

Low dress blowing in the wind

(I should have known I'd regret it later)

But she blow like a Tsunami

I like it like that

I like it like that

I like it like that

Terra Cotta, window pane

Brown skin soaking up the rain

(I should have been a cynical writer)

But she don't care just where he be

I like it like that

I like it like that

I like it like that

She can move you!

She can move you!

What's your name?

Destiny.

I like it like that

I like it like that

I like it like that