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 allways win the fight. Bang Bang, He shot me down Bang Bang, I hit the ground Bang Bang, That awfull sound Bang Bang, My baby shot me down. Seasons came and changed the time, when i grew up i called him mine. He would allways laugh and say, remember when we used to play. Bang Bang, I shot you down Bang Bang, You hit the ground Bang Bang, I used to shoot you down. Music played and people said, just for me the churchbells rang. Now he's gone, I dont know why. And till this day, sometimes i cry. He didn't even say goodbye, he didnt take the time to lie. Bang Bang, He shot me down Bang Bang, I hit the ground Bang Bang, That awfull sound Bang Bang, My baby shot me down.