seasons came and changed the time...

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 dont know why
until this day, sometimes i cry
he didn't even say goodbye
he didn't take the time to lie

bang bang...

Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang (My baby shot me down)

é o tal problema de expressão...

sometimes everything is wrong
and that's bad, someone said.
so maybe i'll have to borrow
one of your juicy sunny days
just to...
yes.

maybe not.