Marriage is a two-headed Sometimes how it seems When the sex wears off, 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 like a two-headed You get the that you're never alone
Mr. and Mrs. are an example of what I say They used to be so in love, now they so much That they've frightened all their away
They get visits from neighbors They've everyone And what off as all cuddles and kisses Has become
A of love, labour of love The torment, the and woe Love's full of fears, bruises and That's the way that a 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 started off with, Comes The Bride' But cut off one of the and you'll soon find out That the other just survive
Because they couldn't stand to be They still other's to have and hold Anyone who the transplant is easy ought to be told
It's a labour of love, labour of The torments, the and whoas The battles, the fights, the and bites That's the way a true love grows
They the vows for better or worse And they had it by heaven above But what so brightly as a tender romance Turned into a labour of love, into a labour of love