4 acessos
I was five and you were six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black, you wore white
You would always win the fight
You shot me down
I hit the ground
That awful sound
My baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time
I grew up, I called you mine
You would always laugh and say
Remember when we used to play
Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
Now his gone I don't know why
Sometimes I cry
You didn't say goodbye
You didn't take the time to lie
You shot me down
I hit the ground
That awful sound
My baby shot me down
I was five and you were six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black, you wore white
You would always win the fight