The Cub Your Mother Warned You About (jrcubindy) wrote,
The Cub Your Mother Warned You About
jrcubindy

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I was five, he was six;
We rode on horses made of sticks...
I wore black, he 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

Music played and people sang;
Just for me the church bells rang...

Now he's gone, I don't know why...
To this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie...

Bang bang... He shot me down
Bang bang... I hit the ground
Bang bang... That awful sound
Bang bang... My baby shot me down
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