I was five, and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He - TopicsExpress



          

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 Music played, and people sang Just for me the church bells rang Now hes gone, I dont know why And till this day sometimes I cry He didnt even say Goodbye He didnt take the time to lie Bang bang. He shot me down Bang bang. I hit the ground Bang bang. That awful sound Bang bang. My baby shot me down
Posted on: Tue, 17 Jun 2014 20:59:10 +0000

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