Marriage is a transplant that's how it seems When the sex off, it's all give and take And it's goodbye to all dreams
One wants to go to a movie While the other to stay at home And like a two-headed transplant You get the feeling you're never alone
Mr. and Mrs. are an example of what I say used to be so in love, now they fight so much That they've all their friends away
They get visits from neighbors alienated everyone And what started off as all and kisses Has become
A labour of love, of love The torment, the and woe full of fears, bruises and tears That's the way that a love grows
It's a labour of love, labour of It's a without a doubt But if they on trying, screaming and crying Somehow they're work it all out
It into 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 couldn't
Because they stand to be separated still each other's to have and hold Anyone who the transplant 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 love
took the vows for better or worse And had it blessed by heaven above But what started so brightly as a romance Turned into a labour of love, turned into a labour of