Got me wide, wide open, got a .45 on him And he pushin' bout a hundred and twoAlways smokin' something, he ain't worried bout nothin'Cause he ain't got nothin' to loseI got a thing for theHeart lick on ice, short days and long nightsMarbles at the window, middle finger to the skySay you wanna get dangerous, now you speakin' my languageI forgot what your name is, so I'ma call you mineI'ma call you mineGot me wide, wide open, got a .45 on himAnd he pushin' bout a hundred and twoAlways smokin' something, he ain't worried bout nothin'Cause he ain't got nothin' to loseI got a thing for theI got a thing for theI got a thing for theI got a thing for theI'm attracted to things that are really crazyAskin' me how I been feelin' latelyComin' from minding this through a dialWon't let it slide, no stealin' facesNo beggin' for bargainin', no, no arguin'A whole lot of problems, livin' in GothamAnd Bonnie's my Harley QueenWas raised in the darkness, forgive me, I'm goneI have no shame, I'm in love with the heartlessThe police will never take us aliveAnd cowgirls don't cryGot me wide, wide open, got a .45 on himAnd he pushin' bout a hundred and twoAlways smokin' something, he ain't worried bout nothin'Cause he ain't got nothin' to loseI got a thing for the wild onesI got a thing for the wild onesI got a thing for the wild onesI got a thing for the wild onesThey like me tooOh, I'll sing for the wild onesI gotta sing for the wild onesI got a thing for the wild onesI got a thing for the wild ones