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 playing and people sang
just for me the church bells rang
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
I wrote it word for word while listening to the song. Proud of me? I am!
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 playing and people sang
just for me the church bells rang
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
I wrote it word for word while listening to the song. Proud of me? I am!
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