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