Marriage is a transplant Sometimes that's how it When the sex off, it's all give and take And it's goodbye to all dreams
One head to go to a movie While the other wants to at home And just like a two-headed You get the feeling you're never alone
Mr. and Mrs. are an example of what I say They to be so in love, now they fight so much That they've all their friends away
They never get from neighbors They've everyone And started off as all cuddles and kisses Has become
A labour of love, of love The torment, the and woe Love's full of fears, bruises and the way that a true love grows
It's a of love, labour of love It's a struggle a doubt But if they keep on trying, and crying Somehow they're gonna it all out
It into a two-headed transplant But it started off with, 'Here Comes The But cut off one of the and you'll soon find out the other just couldn't survive
Because they couldn't to be separated still each other's to have and hold Anyone who thinks the is easy Really ought to be
It's a of love, labour of love The torments, the worries and The battles, the fights, the and bites the way that a true love grows
They took the for better or worse And they had it blessed by heaven But what started so brightly as a romance Turned into a labour of love, turned a labour of love