Bang bang… My Baby Shot Me Down Nancy Sinatra 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 ,
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