Marriage is a two-headed Sometimes that's how it the sex wears off, it's all give and take And goodbye to all your dreams
One head wants to go to a While the other to stay at home And like a two-headed transplant You get the feeling that you're never
Mr. and Mrs. Horrible are an of what I say They used to be so in love, now fight so much That frightened all their friends away
They never get visits neighbors alienated everyone And started off as all cuddles and kisses Has finally
A labour of love, labour of The torment, the and woe Love's of fears, bruises and tears That's the way that a true love
It's a labour of love, of love It's a struggle a doubt But if they on trying, screaming and crying Somehow they're gonna it all out
It turned into a transplant But it started off with, Comes The Bride' But cut off one of the heads and soon find out That the other just couldn't
Because couldn't stand to be separated They still other's to have and hold Anyone who thinks the transplant is Really to be told
a labour of love, labour of love The torments, the and whoas The battles, the fights, the bruises and That's the way a true love grows
They took the vows for better or And they had it blessed by above But what so brightly as a tender romance into a labour of love, turned into a labour of love