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
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