a cantare canzoni, a cercare attenzioni

"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?"

Nancy Sinatra, Bang bang