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