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
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
[01:15.460]I was five and he was six [01:18.930]We rode on horses made of sticks [01:23.540]He wore black and I wore white [01:27.800]He would always win the fight [01:30.120]Bang bang, he shot me down [01:33.290]Bang bang, I hit the ground [01:36.700]Bang bang, that awful sound [01:40.430]Bang bang, my baby shot me down [01:57.570] [02:35.420]I was five and he was six [02:39.110]We rode on horses made of sticks [02:43.390]He wore black and I wore white [02:47.800]He would always win the fight [02:50.130]Bang bang, he shot me down [02:53.260]Bang bang, I hit the ground [02:56.550]Bang bang, that awful sound [03:00.210]Bang bang, my baby shot me down
