°°°   I was five and he was six we rode on horse 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.

Nancy Sinatra

 

Look at the stars,
look how it shines for you oh
and everything you do.
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you
and all the things you do,
and it was called yellow.
So then I took my turn
oh, what a thing to have done
and it was all yellow.
Your skin,
oh yeah, your skin and bones
turn into something beautiful,
and you know,
you know I love you so,
you know I love you so.

I swam across,
I jumped across for you
oh, what a thing to do.
''Cos you were all yellow,
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you.
Oh, what a thing to do
and it was all yellow.

And your skin,
oh yeah, your skin and bones
turn into something beautiful.
And you know
for you I bleed myself dry,
for you I bleed myself dry.

It''s true,
look how they shine for you.
Look how they shine for you.
Look how they shine for.
Look how they shine for you.
Look how they shine for you.
Look how they shine.

Look at the stars,
look how they shine for you
and all the things that you do.


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