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"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"

Polvessa mustelma. Treenasin päivemmällä piruetteja.