"I was five and he was sixWe rode on horses made of sticksHe wore black and I wore whiteHe would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me downBang bang, I hit the groundBang bang, that awful soundBang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the timeWhen I grew up, I called him mineHe would always laugh and say"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you downBang bang, you hit the groundBang bang, that awful soundBang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sangJust for me, the church bells rang.Now he's gone, I don't know whyAnd till this day, sometimes I cryHe didn't even say goodbyeHe didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down..."
Some gat shaped goodness for that ass!
Pistol frame mirrow by Al Farrow. For sure the fairest of them all.
Bedsie Lamp by Phillip Starck. A little something to set the mood in the bedroom.
Briefcase for the Baddest by Mutt design. Try getting on the airplane with this.
A Shot of Spice salt & pepper shakers by Murata Ceramic Capacitors.
Custom Chandelier by Rock & Royal. Plain old light bulbs are basic.
Tequila Bottle by Hijos de Villa. Tequila & a pistol, sounds like Friday to me!
Cookie Cutters by Urbantrend. For those bad bitch Betty Crockers.