Got me wide, wide open, got a .45 on him And he pushin' back a hundred and two Always smokin' something, he ain't worried bout nothin' Cause he ain't got nothin' to lose I gotta thank for the hard liquor on ice Short days and long nights Marbles at the window, middle finger to the sky Say you wanna get dangerous, now you speakin' my language I forgot what your name is, so I'ma call you mine I'ma call you mine Got me wide, wide open, got a .45 on him And he pushin' back a hundred and two Always smokin' something, he ain't worried bout nothin' Cause he ain't got nothin' to lose I gotta thank for the wild ones I gotta thank for the wild ones It's like he knew I gotta thank for the wild ones I gotta thank for the wild ones They like me too Yeah, I'm attracted to things that are really crazy Askin' me how I been feelin' lately Comin' from mindin' this through a dial Won't let it slide, no stealin' faces, no beggin' for bargainin' No bitchin' and arguin', a whole lotta problems Livin' in Gotham, and Bonnie's my Harley Queen Was raised in the darkness, forgive me, I'm gone I have no shame, I'm in love with the heartless The police will never take us alive And cowgirls don't cry Got me wide, wide open, got a .45 on him And he pushin' back a hundred and two Always smokin' something, he ain't worried bout nothin' Cause he ain't got nothin' to lose I gotta thank for the wild ones I gotta thank for the wild ones It's like he knew I gotta thank for the wild ones I gotta thank for the wild ones They like me too Yeah Oh, I thank for the wild ones I gotta thank for the wild ones I gotta thank for the wild ones I gotta thank for the wild ones