Marriage is a two-headed Sometimes that's how it When the sex off, it's all give and take And it's goodbye to all your
One head to go to a movie While the other wants to stay at And just like a two-headed You get the feeling that never alone
Mr. and Mrs. are an example of what I say They used to be so in love, now they fight so That frightened all their friends away
never get visits from neighbors They've alienated And what started off as all cuddles and Has become
A labour of love, of love The torment, the and woe Love's full of fears, bruises and That's the way a true love grows
a labour of love, labour of love It's a struggle a doubt But if they keep on trying, screaming and Somehow they're work it all out
It turned into a transplant But it started off with, 'Here Comes The But cut off one of the and you'll soon find out That the other couldn't survive
they couldn't stand to be separated They still each other's to and hold Anyone who thinks the is easy Really ought to be
It's a of love, labour of love The torments, the worries and The battles, the fights, the and bites That's the way that a true grows
They took the for better or worse And they had it blessed by heaven But what started so as a tender romance Turned a labour of love, turned into a labour of love