I was five and he was six
we rode on horse 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?"
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.
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.