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 He shot me down I hit the ground That awful sound My baby shot me down I hit the ground He shot me down That awful sound 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 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 sometimes I cry He didn't even say goodbye He didn't take the time to lie to lie I will shot you down I will hit you the ground That awful sound He used to shoot you 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编辑于2021/05/12更新