NANCY SINATRA: bang, bang...

my baby shot me down



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

B*ng b*ng, he shot me down
B*ng b*ng, I hit the ground
B*ng b*ng, that That awful sound
B*ng b*ng, 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?

B*ng b*ng, I shot you down
B*ng b*ng, you hit the ground
B*ng b*ng, that awful sound
B*ng b*ng, 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
And till this day some times I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie

B*ng b*ng, he shot me down
B*ng b*ng, I hit the ground
B*ng b*ng, that awful sound
B*ng b*ng, my baby shot me down.