If you’d shot her when you first wanted, you’d have been out by now.
reminds me of that Guns and Roses song:
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
I used to love her, but I had to kill her, and I can still hear her complain