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 (Instrumental) 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 (Instrumental).
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