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
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