My Legionnaire - Brooke Waggoner

But he would read from his prayer books that he kept in his coat with button

hooks

And I dwelt with him each day and casted glances all his way

And he sir had a touch of class with his pocket watch made out of brass

And I loved the way he smelled like clean clothes left on the shelf

And I breathed the harsh night air to get to him my legionnaire

And he would flee into the woods I always knew my boy was good

And I’d pick the record to give to him just for thrills

And he’d buy the gold hair pins to give to me just for grins

And I’d breathe the harsh night air to get to him my legionnaire

And we would flee into the woods

I always knew my boy was good

My boy was good

My boy was good

My boy was good

For his goodness is what won me over yes my legionnaires the kindest soldier

For his goodness is what won me over yes my legionnaires the kindest soldier

Ohh I would breathe the harsh night air to get to him my legionnaire

And we would flee into the woods

I always knew my boy was good

And I would breathe the harsh night air to get to him my legionnaire