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