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 Missus. I will be his Missus. 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 Missus. I will be his Missus. 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 Missus 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 Missus. I will be his Missus. I will be…

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