Superstar

XANDER:
I don’t even mind That my girlfriend says his name When we’re lying in my bed I
mean who could really blame
GILES:
How can I choose between Misters July and January Don’t make me choose between
Every month he’s equally dreamy Master of strategy Fighting demons or playing
chess Picture of suavity In black tie or turtleneck
WILLOW:
He’s the perfect height at five foot six How I adored him in The Matrix Love
his book and every song he sings And just when I thought I was done with men