Mister 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 Mrs., I will be his Mrs. Mrs. Anya Christina Emanuela 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 found my guy
And I'll be Mrs., I will be his Mrs. 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 Mrs. 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.