BANG… BANG*
I was five and he was six
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
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?"
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 he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
he shot me down..bang..bang
I hit the ground..bang..bang
that awful sound..bang..bang
my baby shot me down...
*by lawrence fonterie
*nancy sinatra_ song
back to bedlam..welcome sonia!
Ss
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