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 wreaked 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 that
I'm the Missis
I will be his Missis.
Mrs. Anya Christina Emanuella 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
And so am I
I 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
And 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
I'll be Missis.
I will be his Missis
I will be- -