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 he's gone I don't know why, until this day sometimes I cry. He didn't even say goodbye, he didn't 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. Bang! Bang!