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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
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
I like it like that, I like it like that, I like it like that

She can move you, she can move you

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, 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, I like it like that, I like it like that