Mr Xander Harris,
That`s what he is to the world outside
That`s the name he carries with pride
I`m just lately `Anya`
Not very much to the world, I know
All these years, with nothing to show
I`ve boned a troll,
I`ve reaked some wrath
But on the whole I`ve had no path,
I like to bowl I`m good with math
But who am I?
Now I reply
I`m the missis
I will be his missus
Mrs Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins Harris
What`s the point of loving--
I mean except for the sweaty part--
What`s the point of losing your heart?
Maybe if you`re lucky
Being a pair makes you twice as tall
Maybe you`re not losing at all
No need to cover up my heart
Plus see above re: sweaty part
So maybe love is pretty smart
Then so am I
I`ve found my guy
And I`ll be missis
I will be his missis
Mrs Anya Lame-ass-Made-up-Maiden-Name Harris
We`ll never part, not if we can
But if we start, then here`s my plan
I`ll show him what bliss is
Welcome him with kisses
Cause this is a missis who misses her man
He`s my Xander and he`s awfully swell
It makes financial sense as well
Although he can be..I`ll never tell.
Just stand aside, here comes the bride