Marriage is a two-headed Sometimes how it seems the sex wears off, it's all give and take And goodbye to all your dreams
One head wants to go to a While the other to stay at home And just like a two-headed You get the feeling that never alone
Mr. and Mrs. are an example of what I say They to be so in love, now they fight so much That they've frightened all friends away
They never get from neighbors alienated everyone And what started off as all and kisses Has become
A of love, labour of love The torment, the and woe Love's full of fears, bruises and 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 on trying, screaming and crying they're gonna work it all out
It turned a two-headed transplant But it started off with, 'Here 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 thinks the is easy Really ought to be
It's a labour of love, labour of The torments, the and whoas The battles, the fights, the and bites That's the way that a true grows
They the vows for better or worse And had it blessed by heaven above But what started so brightly as a tender Turned into a labour of love, turned into a labour of