I was five and he was six
we rode on horses made of sticks
he wore black and he 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.
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.
Now he's gone I don't know why
until this day 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.
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.
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