Bang Bang.kar

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,
and 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.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

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.