25-03-2020، 15:33
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
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