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 knot why
and till 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... |
Sinatra Nancy:
