I must shoot him before he shoots me

"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, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He 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.

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