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