Like It Like That

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