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

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,

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