I'll be mrs

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--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 beeeee -