Marriage is a two-headed 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 two-headed You get the feeling that you're alone
Mr. and Mrs. Horrible are an example of I say They used to be so in love, now they so much That frightened all their friends away
never get visits from neighbors They've alienated And what started off as all cuddles and Has finally
A labour of love, of love The torment, the and woe Love's full of fears, and tears That's the way a true love grows
It's a labour of love, of love a struggle without a doubt But if they keep on trying, and crying they're gonna work it all out
It turned into a transplant But it started off with, Comes The Bride' But cut off one of the and you'll soon find out That the other just couldn't
Because they couldn't to be separated They still each other's to have and Anyone who thinks the 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 the vows for better or worse And they had it blessed by above But started so brightly as a tender romance Turned into a labour of love, into a labour of love