There's this gal in the mirror before me. Blonde, tall, with these glasses to die for and…this smile. I tilt my head as I land a full-on peek on her…real pretty, ah golly, would you just look at her? She could stop traffic with a beamer like that…There's a gleam in her eyes, so confident. So independent, strong… Harleen.
That's what one the voices keeps yapping on about. That name…Me-
Never mind that. Name's Harley now. That's what Puddin' thought would suit me best. Mistah J knows best, ya see. Most of the time…I think that when I trace the blues on mine face. He got kinda mad, again.
But, what can I say? My fault…Sometimes my jokes just aren't that funny.
It hurts, some days prove to be lower down the candy-fair than others, when the loud words come ringing in and you can see that open palm. But…despite what everyone says, namely Red…My Joker loves me! He freed me? He did! He took me away from a lie and gave me this permanent smile. Quite a dasher.
Not as toxic as /her's/…No, it's good enough. This is what he made me. Because, well, I'm his gal. He makes sure I stick close, with Bud and Lou…One of those poster families, if I can be honest with ya…
Just like in those fairy-tale rocker scraps us Harls love to snap through. Right?