Bang Bang

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 people sang

just for me the church bells rang

now he's gone, I don't know why

and to 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