I was five and he WAS six
We rode on horses made of sticks
he wore black and i wore white
he would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time
when I grew up, I called him mine
he would always laugh and say:
"Remember when we used to play
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down"
Music played and all people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
Now he's gone I don't know why
untill these days Sometimes I cry
he didn't even say goodbye
he didn't take the time to lie
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
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