Marriage is a transplant that's how it seems When the sex wears off, it's all give and And it's goodbye to all dreams
One head wants to go to a While the 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 to be so in love, now they fight so much That they've frightened all friends away
They get visits from neighbors alienated everyone And what off as all cuddles 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 grows
It's a labour of love, labour of a struggle without a doubt But if keep on trying, screaming and crying Somehow they're gonna it all out
It into a two-headed transplant But it started off with, 'Here The Bride' 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 each 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 worries and The battles, the fights, the and bites the way that a true love grows
They took the vows for or worse And they had it blessed by above But what started so as a tender romance Turned into a labour of love, turned into a of love