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
Down down down down down down down down down down down down down down
Bang wings that pop
Bang wings that pop
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
Down down down down down down down down down down down down down down
Bang wings that pop
Bang wings that pop
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang my baby shot me down
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