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
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