Brooke Waggoner. My Legionnaire. Zeneszám

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