I used to love her, but I had to kill her I used to love her, but I had to kill her I had to put her, six feet under, and I can still hear her complain.
I used to love her, but I had to kill her I used to love her, but I had to kill her I knew I'd miss her, so I had to keep her She's buried right in my back yard.
I used to love her, but I had to kill her I used to love her, but I had to kill her She bitched so much. She drove me nuts, and now I'm happier this way.
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