Country rock - 1988 - Guns N' Roses - Used to Love Her

Okay

Such bitchin', fussin', cussin'

I used to love her, but I had to kill her

I used to love her, mm, yeah, 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, ooh, yeah, but I had to kill her

I used to love her, ooh, yeah, but I had to kill her

I knew I'd miss her, so I had to keep her

She's buried right in my backyard, whoa, yeah

Ooh, yeah

I used to love her, but I had to kill her

I used to love her, mm, oh, yeah, but I had to kill her

She bitched so much, she drove me nuts

And now I'm happier this way, yeah

Whoa, whoa, yeah

Take it for what it is

I used to love her, but I had to kill her

I used to love her, mm, oh, yeah, but I had to kill her

I had to put her, ooh, six feet under

And I can still hear her complain