Here you go:
(singing) Mr. Xander Harris. (walks to him)
That's what he is to the world outside.
That's the name he carries with pride. (puts away his hard hat and tool box)
I'm just lately Anya.
Not very much to the world, I know.
All these years with nothing to show. (puts away his shoes)
I've boned a troll, I've wreaked some wrath,
But on the whole, I've had no path. (twirling)
I like to bowl, I'm good with math,
But who am I? (kneeling)
Now I reply that
I'm the Missis (looks at engagement ring)
I will be his Missis.
Mrs. Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins Harris. (twirling, dancing)
What's the point of loving...
I mean except for the sweaty part. (gathers pillows)
What's the point of losing your heart?
Maybe if you're lucky
Being a pair makes you twice as tall. (gathers a blanket)
Maybe you're not losing at all. (opens blanket)
No need to cover up my heart, (spreads blanket on Xander)
Plus see above RE: sweaty part.
So maybe love is pretty smart
Then so am I
I found my guy!
And I'll be Missis (sits on his lap while the recliner spins)
I will be his Missis
Mrs. Anya Lame-Ass-Made-Up-Maiden-Name Harris.
We'll never part (walks into the kitchen)
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
He makes financial sense as well,
Although he can be"”I'll never tell"”
Just stand aside
Here comes the bride (goes through balcony door, and is suddenly in wedding gown)
I'll be Missis.
I will be his Missis
I will be"”