Marriage is a transplant Sometimes that's how it When the sex off, it's all give and take And it's goodbye to all dreams
One head wants to go to a the other wants to stay at home And just 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 frightened all friends away
They get visits from neighbors They've alienated And what started off as all and kisses Has become
A labour of love, labour of The torment, the and woe full of fears, bruises and tears That's the way that a true love
It's a of love, labour of love It's a struggle a doubt But if they keep on trying, screaming and they're 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 heads and soon find out the other just couldn't survive
Because they couldn't stand to be They still each other's to and hold who thinks the transplant is easy Really to be told
It's a labour of love, of love The torments, the worries and The battles, the fights, the bruises and the way that a true love grows
They the vows for better or worse And they had it by heaven above But what started so as a tender romance Turned into a labour of love, into a labour of love