Marriage is a transplant Sometimes how it seems When the sex wears off, all give and take And it's goodbye to all dreams
One head wants to go to a While the other wants to at home And like a two-headed transplant You get the feeling you're never alone
Mr. and Mrs. are an example 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 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 the way that a true love grows
It's a labour of love, of love It's a without a doubt But if they on trying, screaming and crying Somehow they're work it all out
It turned a two-headed transplant But it off with, 'Here Comes The Bride' But cut off one of the and you'll soon find out the other just 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
a labour of love, labour of love The torments, the worries and The battles, the fights, the bruises and That's the way that a true grows
They took the for better or worse And had it blessed by heaven above But what so brightly as a tender romance Turned into a labour of love, turned into a labour of