Hey Harley, it’s your Joker
The madman, the midnight provoker.
Through chaos we dance, hand in glove,
In a twisted ballet of villainous love.

The world’s a joke, a cruel, cruel jest,
But with you, my dear, I’m at my best.
Gotham may crumble, and stars may fall,
Yet you’re the punchline that beats them all.

Oh, Harley, my queen of the macabre,
With a laugh that could...