Marriage is a transplant Sometimes how it seems When the sex off, it's all give and take And goodbye to all your dreams
One head to go to a movie While the other to stay at home And just like a two-headed You get the feeling that you're alone
Mr. and Mrs. Horrible are an example of I say They used to be so in love, now fight so much That they've frightened all their friends
never get visits from neighbors They've everyone And what off as all cuddles and kisses Has become
A labour of love, labour of The torment, the and woe full of fears, bruises and tears That's the way a true love grows
It's a labour of love, of love It's a struggle without a But if they keep on trying, and crying Somehow gonna work it all out
It into a two-headed transplant But it started off with, 'Here The Bride' But cut off one of the heads and soon find out That the other just couldn't
Because they couldn't to be separated They still each other's to have and Anyone who thinks the is easy Really to be told
It's a labour of love, labour of The torments, the worries and The battles, the fights, the and bites That's the way that a true grows
They took the for better or worse And they had it by heaven above But what so brightly as a tender romance Turned into a labour of love, into a labour of love