Marriage is a two-headed Sometimes how it seems When the sex wears off, all give and take And goodbye to all your dreams
One head wants to go to a While the other wants to stay at And just like a two-headed You get the feeling that never 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 all their friends away
They get visits from neighbors They've alienated And what started off as all cuddles and Has become
A labour of love, labour of The torment, the and woe Love's of fears, bruises and tears That's the way a true love grows
It's a labour of love, labour of It's a struggle a doubt But if they keep on trying, screaming and Somehow they're gonna it all out
It turned into a two-headed But it started off with, 'Here Comes The But cut off one of the heads and you'll soon out That the other just couldn't
Because they couldn't to be separated They still each other's to and hold Anyone who thinks the is easy Really to be told
It's a of love, labour of love The torments, the and whoas The battles, the fights, the bruises and 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 of love, turned into a labour of love