Sonny and Cher

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.