I learned at a young age music speaks to all people. No matter race, age, religion. Music knows no barrier. I've learned to express myself through words. Put a word to a rhythm and you've created a magic everyone can experience.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Nancy Sinatra
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 some times 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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