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! (male voice:) What's your name? (female voice:) Destiny. I like it like that I like it like that I like it like that...