Marriage is a two-headed Sometimes how it seems the sex wears off, it's all give and take And it's goodbye to all your
One wants to go to a movie While the other wants to at home And just a two-headed transplant You get the feeling that you're never
Mr. and Mrs. Horrible are an example of I say They used to be so in love, now they so much That they've all their friends away
They never get visits from They've alienated And what started off as all cuddles and Has finally
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
a labour of love, labour of love It's a without a doubt But if they keep on trying, screaming and Somehow gonna 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 That the just couldn't survive
Because they couldn't stand to be They each other's to have and hold Anyone who the transplant is easy Really to be told
It's a labour of love, of love The torments, the worries and The battles, the fights, the bruises and That's the way that a true love
took the vows for better or worse And they had it blessed by heaven But what started so as a tender romance into a labour of love, turned into a labour of love