We Know Your Deal, Joker

Joker
 Mr. Jack Napier,
 Red Hood,
 your identity remains a mystery,
 we can't tell if you're a mobster,
 a demented, twisted, psychopathic monster,
 a sad, tortured soul crying out for help,
 trying to make the world laugh at his antics,
 most of the time, thwarted by a certain dark knight,
 a strong, tall, dark, handsome, black-painted vigilante,
 whose attention you constantly vie for

 After all these years,
 the truth is finally clear
 We know your deal, Joker,
 why you do the things you do,
 you're a little sweet, you know it, we do too
 you may as well admit it,
 you have the hots for Batsy,
 the billionaire playboy Brucey
Everything you do is to get his attention,
dressing up in fancy purple suits,
greasing your hair, putting on makeup,
painting your lips a bright fire engine red,
getting all dolled up to go out every night,
robbing banks, kidnapping, extortion,
 dozens of murders, threatening lives of innocents,
 playing cruel, twisted jokes and pranks at others' expense,
 to make him laugh, make him smile, give him some action,
 some excitement, some good fights, some motivation,
 all to win his affection

 You did a good job leading us on,
 using the clown girl Harley as a cover up,
 she does everything and anything for you,
 driven by desire, thinks you're her Prince Charming,
 delusions of someday having a happy ending,
 loves you unconditionally, with her still-beating heart
 with all the abuse you dish to her,
 mental and physical scars,
 it's a wonder she's still living

 We now know your secret,
 you're in love with the Dark Knight,
 you need him, he needs you,
 without you there is no evil,
 without him there is no good
 you need each other, and always have,
 your complicated relationship goes on forever