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