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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, 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
*Nancy Sinatra*