Marriage is a two-headed Sometimes how it seems When the sex wears off, it's all give and And it's goodbye to all dreams
One head to go to a movie the other wants to stay at home And just like a two-headed You get the feeling that never alone
Mr. and Mrs. are an example of what I say They used to be so in love, now fight so much That they've frightened all their away
They never get visits from They've everyone And what started off as all and kisses Has finally
A labour of love, of love The torment, the and woe Love's of fears, bruises and tears That's the way that a love grows
It's a of love, labour of love It's a struggle without a But if they keep on trying, screaming and Somehow they're gonna it all out
It turned a two-headed transplant But it started off with, Comes The Bride' But cut off one of the heads and you'll find out That the other couldn't survive
Because they couldn't stand to be They still each other's to and hold who thinks the transplant is easy Really to be told
It's a labour of love, of love The torments, the and whoas The battles, the fights, the bruises and That's the way a true love grows
took the vows for better or worse And had it blessed by heaven above But what started so brightly as a romance Turned into a labour of love, turned into a of love