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