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Bulda: the issue, dear? Why are you holding back from such a man?

Is it the clumpy way he walks or the way he talks?
Or the pear-shaped, square-shaped of his feet?
And though we know he washes always ends up sort of smelly
But never meet a fellow who's as sensitive and sweet!

So he's a bit of a fixer-upper, so he's got a few
Like his peculiar brain-dear, his with the reindeer
That's a outside of nature's laws!

So he's a bit of a fixer-upper, but this certain of
You can fix fixer-upper up with a little bit of love!

Kristoff: Can we please just stop talking about this? We've got a real, problem here

Bulda: I'll say! So tell me, —

Is it the way that he runs scared, or that socially impaired
Or that he only likes to tinkle in the — what?!
Are you holding back fondness due to his unmanly blondness
Or the way he covers up he's the honest goods

He's a bit of a fixer-upper, he's got a couple of bugs
His isolation is confirmation of his for human hugs
So he's a bit of a fixer-upper, but we what to do
The way to fix up this is to fix him up with you!

ENOUGH! She is engaged to someone else, okay?!

(beat)

So a bit of a fixer-upper, that's a minor thing
This quote is a flex arrangement
And by the way I see no ring!
So she's a bit of a fixer-upper, her a bit betwixt
Get the fiance out of the way and the whole will be fixed

We're not saying you can change him, 'cuz people don't change
We're only saying that love's a force powerful and strange
People make bad choices if mad, or scared, or stressed
Throw a little love their way (throw a love their way) and you'll bring out their best
love brings out their best!

Everyone's a bit of a fixer-upper, that's it's all about!
Father! Sister! Brother! We need each to raise us up and round us out
Everyone's a bit of a fixer-upper, but when comes to shove

The only fixer-upper that can fix up a fixer-upper is —

True, true, true, true, true, true,
True love, love, love, love, love, love

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Troll: Do you, Anna, take Kristoff to be your wedded —

Wait, what!?

Troll: You're married!

Love!