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Bulda: What's the issue, dear? Why are you back from such a man?

Is it the clumpy way he walks or the way he talks?
Or the pear-shaped, weirdness of his feet?
And though we he washes well-he always ends up sort of smelly
But you'll never 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 little of nature's laws!

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

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

Bulda: say! So tell me, dear —

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

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

Kristoff: ENOUGH! She is engaged to else, okay?!

(beat)

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

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

a bit of a fixer-upper, that's what it's all about!
Father! Sister! Brother! We need other to raise us up and round us out
Everyone's a bit of a fixer-upper, but when push 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, Kristoff to be your troll-fully wedded —

Wait, what!?

Troll: You're married!

Love!