I only date boys who like Whedon
They’re the ones I get real sweet on
Can you get down with Buffy & Angel?
Then you’re the kinda guy I wanna wrangle.

Teasing heartaches out between battle scenes and sex
He lets us see in each scene that everyone’s complex
Pleasing jailbreaks freed from the eternal hex
Of stilted storylines we’ve come to expect

Distinctly plotted, he just knows how to serve a quip
You think you got it, then the plot just curves & whips
He sees you coming and he’s killing all your favorites
But you’ll love it if you’re silly and you savor wit

Some people just whine and say it’s cheesy
Won’t say the mayor’s ascension graphics pleased me
But you can’t argue with the awesome of these dream scenes
He’s a man who knows just what imagination means

Few storytellers know how to spew such lies
So much truth it time travels through your mind
Breaks your heart in a parallel dimension
I’m not sure, did I forget to mention?

I only date girls who like Whedon
They’re the ones I get real sweet on
Can you get down with Buffy & Angel?
Then you’re the kinda girl I wanna wrangle.

Banging so hot brings the whole god damn house down
Forgive the techno pagan if you bring Wesley round
I’ll take a darker version and one who’s tightly wound
Books won’t be the only things bout to be bound

Monstrous caged grave sinking to the depths below
The way that Oz rages when someone hurts Willow
Then there’s Jayne’s song and his silly orange hat
Wash is making his dinosaurs have a chat


There’s some things I can’t seem to get enough of
Like the episode where Topher falls in love
Not because of the lovey dovey overtone
But the conversation between him & his clone

Rather be a girl with the sickest super powers
Then get some lame-ass pearls or wicked stupid flowers
May be a bit beyond your comprehension
I must admit as much as I like attention

I only date boys who like Whedon
They’re the ones I get real sweet on
Can you get down with Buffy & Angel?
Then you’re the kinda girl I wanna wrangle.