Fixer Upper

Is it the clumpy way he walks or the grumpy way he talks? Or the pear-shaped, square-shaped weirdness of his feet? And though we know he washes well, he always ends up sort of smelly But you'll 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 flaws Like his peculiar brain-dear, his thing with the reindeer That's a little outside of nature's laws! So he's a bit of a fixer-upper, but this we're certain of You can fix this fixer-upper up with a little bit of love! Can we please just stop talking about this? We've got a real, actual problem here I'll say, so tell me, dear Is it the way that he runs scared, or that he's socially impaired Or that he only likes to tinkle in the woods (what?) Are you holding back your fondness due to his unmanly blondness Or the way he covers up that he's the honest goods? He's just a bit of a fixer-upper, he's got a couple of bugs His isolation is confirmation of his desperation for human hugs So he's 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 with you! Enough! She is engaged to someone else, okay?! So she's a bit of a fixer-upper, that's a minor thing This quote 'engagement' is a flex arrangement And by the way, I don't see no ring! So she's a bit of a fixer-upper, her brain's a bit betwixt Get the fiancé out of the way and the whole thing will be fixed We're not saying you can change her, 'cause people don't really change We're only saying that love's a force that's powerful and strange People make bad choices if they're mad, or scared, or stressed Throw a little love their way (throw a little love their way) And you'll bring out their best True love brings out their best! Everyone's a bit of a fixer-upper, that's what it's all about! Father, sister, brither We need each other to raise us up And round us out Everyone's a bit of a fixer-upper, but when push comes to shove The only fixer-upper fixer that can fix up a fixer-upper is True, true, true, true, true, true, love True love, love, love, love, love, true love True Do you, Anna, take Kristoff to be your troll-fully wedded... Wait, what? You're getting married! Love!