Marriage is a two-headed Sometimes that's how it When the sex off, it's all give and take And goodbye to all your dreams
One head to go to a movie While the other to stay at home And just like a two-headed You get the that you're never alone
Mr. and Mrs. Horrible are an example of 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 started off as all cuddles and Has finally
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 without a But if keep on trying, screaming and crying they're gonna work it all out
It turned into a transplant But it started off with, Comes The Bride' But cut off one of the heads and you'll find out That the other just couldn't
Because couldn't stand to be separated They still other's to have and hold Anyone who thinks the transplant is Really to be told
It's a labour of love, of love The torments, the and whoas The battles, the fights, the and bites the way that a true love grows
They took the vows for or worse And they had it blessed by heaven But what started so as a tender romance Turned into a labour of love, into a labour of love