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