I was 5 and he was 6
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 bamg
I hit the ground
“i was five and he was six
we rode on horses made of sticks
he wore black, i wore white
he would always win the fight
..
bang bang, my baby shot me down”
Nancy Sinatra
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