Girls, take a piece of advice from me. Never, never, never trust a man with a mullet. Reminds me of a Guns and Roses song, possible playing in Mr. Mullet's 1986 Z28 with the totally bitchin T-tops and "Realistic" brand sub woofer under the self-tinted rear hatchback glass........

(Historical note to younger readers born in the 80's - Despite what you might see today on VH1 Classics, this is not how everyone dressed and did their hair in the Eighties, A cheese ball was just as obvious then as a cheese ball today. I know, I lived through it. If I sound like a classist, it is because I am. Take it away Axl !!)

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, (whoa yeah)
but I had to kill her
I used to love her, (oooo 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)
(whoa yeah)
(whoo-oo yeah)

I used to love her,
but I had to kill her
I used to love her, (whoa yeah)
but i had to kill her

She bitched so much,
she drove me nuts
And now we're happier this way, alright
(whoa yeah)
(whoa)
(whoo-oo yeah)

I used to love her,
but I had to kill her
I used to love her(ooooh yeah)
but I had to kill her

She bitched so much,
she drove me nuts
and I can still hear her complain yeah-eeeah