Yeah She don't need no reason She don't need no perfect She don't need no season She don't need no darkness She don't need no evening She don't know no warning All she know is she love me She don't need no question She don't know no answer She don't need no mission She don't know no bastard She don't know no sadness She don't know no laughter All she know is she love me too much to ever leave So don't leave All she know is she love me Too much to ever leave (Innanet, Yeah) She be cross country giving all that she got I be on the road too busy to pick a phone When she hold up at home stomach balled in a knot Question herself whether to call up or not Rose petals on the floor when I pull up When I pull up say lets vacay in the villa Van Morrison dancing in the moon like Thriller Margeilla pumps in the back, chinchilla So it seems I thought I patched the fabric when I cashed it Golden ring, depressed diamonds from the ashes, I left in the tray When I left the other day, I left her laid back on the mattress Imagine me being the asshole ain't difficult, She's bashful so typical Good girl being intertwined in this wild life of mine But I'd be lying if I said she ain't ask to