My Legionnaire

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