lundi, septembre 11, 2006,9/11/2006 12:35:00 AM
bang bang
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

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

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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1 Comments:


  • At 9/11/2006 09:51:00 AM, Blogger L'autre rayée!

    THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR WALKING


    You keep saying you've got something for me.
    something you call love, but confess.
    You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
    and now someone else is gettin' all your best.

    These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
    one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

    You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
    and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
    You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
    Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.

    These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
    one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

    You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin
    and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
    Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
    and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.

    Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!








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