Brooke Waggoner - My Legionnaire lyrics

But he would read from his prayer books that he kept in his coat with bu*ton hooks And I dwelt with him each day and casted glances all his way And he sir had a touch of cla** with his pocket watch made out of bra** 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