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 till this day some times 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.