Marriage is a transplant Sometimes how it seems When the sex wears off, it's all and take And it's to all your 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 that you're never
Mr. and Mrs. Horrible are an of what I say They used to be so in love, now they so much they've frightened all their friends away
They never get visits from They've everyone And what started off as all cuddles and Has become
A labour of love, labour of The torment, the and woe Love's full of fears, and tears That's the way a true love grows
It's a labour of love, labour of 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 two-headed But it started off with, Comes The Bride' But cut off one of the heads and soon find out That the other just couldn't
Because they couldn't to be separated They still each other's to and hold who thinks the transplant is easy Really ought to be
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 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, turned a labour of love