I should have known I'd regret it later
I like it like that, I like it like that, I like it like that
I should have been a cynical writer
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
But she don't care just where he be
Brown skin soaking up the rain
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
But she blow like a Tsunami
She can move you, she can move you