Marriage is a two-headed Sometimes how it seems When the sex off, it's all give and take And it's to all your dreams
One head to go to a movie While the other to stay at home And just like a two-headed You get the feeling that you're never
Mr. and Mrs. Horrible are an example of I say used to be so in love, now they fight so much That frightened all their friends away
They get visits from neighbors They've alienated And started off as all cuddles 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 grows
It's a labour of love, of love It's a struggle a doubt But if keep on trying, screaming and crying Somehow they're gonna it all out
It into a two-headed transplant But it started off with, 'Here Comes The But cut off one of the heads and you'll soon out That the other just couldn't
Because they couldn't stand to be still each other's to have and hold Anyone who the transplant is easy Really ought to be
a labour of love, labour of love The torments, the and whoas The battles, the fights, the bruises and That's the way a true love grows
They took the vows for or worse And they had it blessed by heaven But what started so brightly as a tender Turned into a labour of love, turned a labour of love