n°19 bang bang

I was five and he was six.
We rode on horses made of sticks.
he wore black and I wore white.
he would 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.

Nancy Sinatra