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
"Bang Bang"
Nancy Sinatra
