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I am twenty seven and she is one and a half

She rode on my back made of sticks

She wore white and I wore black

She must win the fight

Bang bang she hit me down

Bang bang,I hit the ground

Bang bang, that awesome sound

Bang bang, my baby shot me down

Seasons will came and change the time

When she’ll grow  up, she’ll call me guest

I will just laugh and won’t say

“Remember when we used to play?”

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Lobe Sinatra