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 TsunamiI like it like that, I like it like that, I like it like that
I like it like that, I like it like that, I like it like thatTerra Cotta, window pane
Brown skin soaking up the rain
I should have been a cynical writer
But she don't care just where he beI like it like that, I like it like that, I like it like that
I like it like that, I like it like that, I like it like thatShe can move you, she can move youI like it like that, I like it like that, I like it like that
I like it like that, I like it like that, I like it like thatI like it like that, I like it like that, I like it like that
I like it like that, I like it like that, I like it like that