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 owful sound
Bang Bang
My baby shot me down
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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