Marriage is a transplant that's how it seems When the sex wears off, all give and take And it's goodbye to all your
One head wants to go to a the other wants to stay at home And just like a transplant You get the feeling that you're alone
Mr. and Mrs. Horrible are an of what I say They used to be so in love, now they so much That frightened all their friends away
They never get visits neighbors They've alienated And what started off as all and kisses Has become
A labour of love, of love The torment, the and woe full of fears, bruises and tears That's the way that a true love
It's a labour of love, labour of a struggle without a doubt But if they keep on trying, and crying Somehow gonna work it all out
It turned into a transplant But it started off with, 'Here Comes The But cut off one of the heads and soon find out That the other just couldn't
Because they couldn't stand to be They still other's to have and hold Anyone who the transplant is easy Really ought to be
It's a of love, labour of love The torments, the and whoas 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 heaven But what started so brightly as a romance Turned into a labour of love, turned into a of love