Marriage is a transplant Sometimes that's how it When the sex wears off, it's all and take And it's to all your dreams
One head wants to go to a While the other wants to at home And just like a two-headed You get the feeling you're never alone
Mr. and Mrs. Horrible are an example of I say They used to be so in love, now they fight so That frightened all their friends away
They never get visits neighbors They've everyone And what off as all cuddles and kisses Has finally
A labour of love, labour of The torment, the and woe Love's full of fears, and tears That's the way that a true love
It's a labour of love, labour of a struggle without a doubt But if they on trying, screaming and crying Somehow they're gonna it all out
It turned into a transplant But it started off with, 'Here The Bride' But cut off one of the heads and you'll soon out the other just couldn't survive
Because they couldn't to be separated They still each to have and hold Anyone who thinks the transplant is ought to be told
It's a labour of love, of love The torments, the and whoas The battles, the fights, the and bites That's the way that a love grows
They took the for better or worse And had it blessed by heaven above But started so brightly as a tender romance Turned into a labour of love, turned into a of love