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.
my baby shot me down
my baby shot me down
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...