
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...
- Nancy Sinatra -

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