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