Can't Get Enough
Too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea,
You lay your bets and then you pay the price
The things we do for love, the things we do for love.
Communication is the problem to the answer
You've got her number and your hand is on the phone
The weather's turned and all the lines are down
The things we do for love, the things we do for love.
Like walking in the rain and the snow
When there's nowhere to go
And you're feelin' like a part of you is dying
And you're looking for the answer in her eyes.
You
I Will Be His Misses (Anya)
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 reeked 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 exept for the sweaty part,
what's the point of losing your heart.
Maybe if your lucky, being a pair make's you twice as tall,
maybe you're not losing at all.
No need to cover up my heart, plus I'll see above re: sweaty part.
So maybe your love is pretty smart then so I'm,
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 make's financial sense as well,
although he can be, I'll never tell
just stand aside, here comes the bride.
I'll be Mrs., I will be his Mrs.
I will be.......