Bang Bang - Ania Dąbrowska

I was five and he was six. We rode on horses made on 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 when we use 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. Mus