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...