… Ok, it's like, it's bitchin', fussin', cussin'
… I used to love her but I had to kill herI used to love her, oh yeah, but I had to kill herI had to put her six feet underAnd I can still hear her complain
… I used to love her, oh yeah, but I had to kill herI used to love her, ooh yeah, but I had to kill herI knew I'd miss her so I had to keep herShe's buried right in my backyardOh yeah
… Ooh yeahWhoa-oh, yeah
… I used to love her, but I had to kill herI used to love her, ooh yeah, but I had to kill herShe bitched so much, she drove me nutsAnd now I'm happier this way
… Whoa-oh, yeahTake it for what it is
… I used to love her, but I had to kill herI used to love her, ooh yeah, but I had to kill herI had to put her six, ooh, feet underAnd I can still hear her complain
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