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 change the time,
when I grew up, I called him mine,
he would always laugh and say,
"Remember what 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 now why,
and till this day, sometimes I cry,
He didn´t even say goodbay,
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... |
Sinatra Nancy:
